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, silent rivers 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?