Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Your move


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