I miss you
I hurt
I’m torn between reaching out and walking away
A photo reminder of what was
Left with thoughts of how did we end up here?
An email sent, responses ignored
Threats made to force a reply
How did we get here?
We each made choices that hurt the other, said things we
maybe shouldn’t have said, taken things to heart that deserve forgiveness but
not knowing how to give it
I asked to set a time to talk
You asked to play it by ear
I haven’t heard from you
You can barely look at me
I don’t understand how we got here and I can’t understand on
my own
I thought what we had mattered and would be strong enough to
survive
We’ve both been caught up in our own stuff and this may just
be too much
Maybe our time has run its course and all we can do is
continue moving forward to see if our paths will cross again
Maybe it hasn’t
Maybe you’ll see this and be ready to see me, to talk about
the hurt and forgive
Maybe I’ll see your name on a message
Maybe I won’t
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Your move