My Dead Relationship

I carry a dead relationship around with me
It stays quiet most of the time
But it's festering corpse always looms over me,
Sometimes haunting me still
With its rotting remains.
I carry this dead relationship with me everywhere
Sometimes I pack it up into a box
Hidden and safe
Hoping its putrid aromas aren't noticed
In the supermarket queue.
Sometimes I try and hide it under the coffee table
But it's legs rigid with rigor mortis
Still poke out from underneath
At opportune moments
As if the lifeless body of this dead relationship
had a life of its own.
As my constant companion
Carried with me everywhere
Its immortality is preserved.
As I won't let it rest in peace.