Staring at the glowing

screen the words I read seem

strange to me

beneath a flashing ad for cream

the message hits

I’m left with query

Why isn’t Pluto a planet anymore?

A fact that seemed to be so

engrained is now washed

away like dust with rain

something that familiar in my mind

quickly removed without the slightest ache

If a well know fact can be reduced

can an emotion be erased when it’s gone askew?

If I can detach myself from something

so         distant            and icy

What’s to stop me from reducing the status

of the distant frigidness you have answered

my sincere admiration with…

I used to fear heartbreak,

but Pluto isn’t a planet anymore