Each day the pieces become smaller
and blow away in the breeze.
They flutter and float
and glide slowly onto the ground.
Each day there is less and less
of me that I recognize.
I’m tired and weary
and I really just want to go.
Go anywhere, anyplace,
as long as it’s not here.
Just go and keep on moving
without ever looking back.
I want to run but I can’t run fast enough
want to scream but my voice won’t come.
I want to do anything
to stop feeling this pain.
I don’t want to miss you or mourn you or need you
I want to make it go away.
I want to just turn it off and leave it
the way you did.
To be so easily replaced, so easily forgotten
is something no one should ever have to feel.
To be left alone without a word or a thought
as to whether or not you’re alive.
It’s so sad that you reinforced everything
I knew before I met you.
The things you swore that you would change
and that you would make me believe.