That one damn CD, he played it endlessly. He left in the CD player when he moved out. She found the case in the garbage, right on top of the broken crystal vase and the remains of the snow globe he’d gotten her for their first Valentine’s day together. She found it almost poetic. Certainly where it belonged, too bad he forgot that stupid box of useless and tattered comic books from his childhood. She had half a mind to burn the damn things and dump the ashes on his new car. She had promised herself to take the high road, so she wouldn’t do that. Oh how she wanted to, but she dared not. Instead, she tied a string to the CD and hung it from the plant in the walkway outside of their apartment. He would get the message when he came to pick up the last of his things. She would be lounging by the pool pretending not to cry behind her sunglasses.