Quiet reflections of a soul long lost and forgotten She stared at me like a memory
Cold and frozen in thought
A grimace rested on her face where once a beautiful smile gleefully rested
Finally she spoke
Soft and deliberate
Aiming at my own reflective thoughts
Pointing out all the parts of my life that made her unhappy
Pointing out each flaw as if they were berries ripe for the picking
I sank deep into my chair
My voice hollowing at the back of my throat as if my life was escaping from me
My soul was being drained of it’s mortal coil as I just sat there in disbelief that someone once professing they loved me could devour my heart with such malice
My thought began to drift to a happier time
Alone
Next to the lake
The wind blowing through the trees
Alive
Dancing
Free
and now I’m sitting with the harpies watching them pick at the remains of what was and what would never be
Drifting I found myself walking away
I stopped to look at her one last time
Clearing my throat
Making myself feel again
I simply said “Fuck you. You were never worth this.”
and I walked out the door gathering my self respect as I morosely grabbed my hat
Flipping a final bird as I shut the door my feet hit pavement and I found what was lost
Myself
