From the Collection published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
When I Was There
but of course
they’re only people
that is all
I fold them
into stacks of paper that
I tear and cross-tear
I make them
minute soft-edged squares
confetti
bright hot spots
I scatter over the street
wind-drifted driven
into piles
swept down the gutter
drenched by rain
sun-bleached pale –
I will never know or care
now that I’ve moved on
7/28/20
shadorma chain
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Oh! This is a burning bridges poem that really hits home!!
Thank you. Sometimes, a complete dissolution of the old ways and habits and scenes is the only way to go, I think.
Oooh! I absolutely love this idea of turning people into confetti and sending them off with the wind. That really powerfully communicates that feeling of actively choosing to banish people from your life.
Yes. Begone! I do love the idea of saying that word, in whatever form I can!