Letter To You

You know who
you are I hope.
Light washes dirty windows.

I’ve had enough
of love, my fill. Finished,
I’ll walk out onto the still green

grass and keep on walking.
There are many ways to leave,
the gravel road pocked with ruts.

This is my last love letter.
Better poets have said it better.
What letter might end love?

At first I thought X,
the in and out of declarations.
Now I know it ends in why.