before

I’m not going to chase you anymore…

My hands no longer reaching to keep open that door….

Your words burn into me…

Until rejection and abandonment are all I can see…

But you know what they say…if it’s meant to be…

It will be…

I won’t hold on in the hope it will ever be what it used to be before….

I’m letting you go…

As I lay with only my broken heart upon these bare and familiar floors…