let her go
it plays in my
head:
the call
where you know what it’s for
but
you still stammer,
“what?!”
going to get it
one day,
i can already
taste
the salt from
my tears.
already feel
the anger,
resentment.
never
never in my life
have i felt so
lost.
so damn alone.
they say,
“i’m sorry”
for what?
you didn’t do anything
or my favorite
“i’m praying for you”
makes me cringe
hearing that
what do i say?
“thanks?”
“i’m glad you’re praying?”
for a miracle that
won’t
happen
really though,
i’m glad you won’t do anything.
for me,
my family,
my father,
for a marriage of 32 years!
however,
i’m glad you don’t know,
nor understand,
as my heart is
empty,
bitter, and
my world is dropping out from under me
it’s the freefall without the thrill
only ends with me trying
to catch my breath
trying to
think and walk straight;
i’ll get the call and i’ll be numb
that’ll be the easiest part you know
the beginning of letting
her go
so i think
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