I've said my goodbyes.
Packed everything I own, into a suitcase.
In retrospect, you didn't mean anything.
You meant no harm.
I meant you harm.
Forever riding trains, from ocean to ocean.
Forever on the run, I've made mistakes.
I need to see opportunity.
I need to feel the cold moving air.
So I'll leave here, without saying anything, to anyone.
I feel no need to apologize.
I have never got one.
We'll see what you look like, without me to effect your habits.
I forced you to do this to yourself.
I feel good about every part of it.
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this is kinda erie, but your poem describes a situation I experienced with my (currently ex)friend. Both sides of the story are covered pretty well, at least in my interpretation-one read only.
ReplyDeleteJust thought I'd share the coincidence with you.