Last Time

 

 

I said “see you later”

yet I knew it was a lie,

I watched your car pull away

round the bend for the last time

and I knew

I’d not lay eyes or lips on you again.

 

One-sided love

yet

double-edged blade.

Cut to

me going through the motions of

accepting any of this with a semblance of grace.

One month;

Thirty odd days.

Ridiculous stint to lose

footing

not to mention faith.

 

You’re fine,

you’re fine.

I’m not. This fact of our lives

makes it excruciatingly

easy

for you to leave me behind,

but someone spent your

love

a while ago.

And then there’s mine

which

I thought must have run dry

which

I thought had died

 

until we kissed

goodbye.

My

traumatic persistence

upon human connection,

fucking eternal wellspring

of devastation.

 

But you always made me smile

and I

can’t even place blame

or hate you for this,

just cry

because I still

miss you

despite.

Baby, I wish I could have

mended your broken

heart and

I hope

we’re both doing

better

in time.

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