You left me with no milestones to remember
No sweaters to return
Not a single picture to burn or untag,
No conversations to fondly look back on
No scar tissue to pick on
Just a lingering sadness that’s taken me months
To rinse off the sleeve from where
My heart once used to sit.
You left me with more questions than answers
The man always speaking in metaphor,
Left me with but a few words.
The vivid memories of the contortions of your face, ever irritable.
Your past in passive voice,
But always a run on sentence.
An ever looming figure, before me.
But I left you suddenly,
Defiantly
With resolve.
I left you the way you were always afraid
Of keeping me, with commitment.
You were so afraid to be consumed
Or to be abandoned
That you never saw how slowly
You were cementing me to walk away.
How every single abridge, built my case
And how slowly I was gathering embers
To start a fire,
Just so I could burn the bridge,
And keep it burnt.