You’ve left me
My mind knows, but my foolish heart
wounded and bleeding, continues to beat for you.
Ever-trusting, hopelessly hopeful, contented
weaving cover stories of excuses
she refuses to acknowledge the ridiculously obvious.
Brain reminds me in its endearing I-told-you-so tone
that it has known all along – this has happened all before
and won’t I ever learn? Surely, I must enjoy the drama,
the thrill of replayed rejection,
the desperate beauty of ruptured emotion.
You don’t want me
I attempt to play counselor, peacekeeper, sympathetic
reconciler of two disparate halves of my whole.
Both sides have been heard; all views carefully weighed,
but pathetically, all I can piece together
are these tear-stained lines of so-called poetry.
Finally, I comprehend that I do not want to need you
and I do not wish to control you.
For if I did, you would only have control of me.
Above all else, I want you to be happy
and this can only be when you are free to go.
I release you
I loosen the bonds that held you to me and watch them
slip through my fingers, silken ribbons of sand.
Eager to console, my two faithful friends -
Searing white grief and Soothing pitiable misery -
rush to enfold me in tempering embrace.
My spirit is shattered. Hope drowned in rejection.
Yet- as unbearable as your parting is now,
the cruelest pain is in knowing
that if you were again to change your mind -
to reconsider and return – I would take you back.
I would welcome you back with open arms
Rejection by a soul mate. ouch.
A heart forgives. How long does it take to forget?