Only Relief
I felt no grief when he walked away,
Only relief that he was gone.
In his life, I was a pawn,
A decoration for display.
I’d told myself it would be okay.
I loved him; I thought he was the one.
I felt no grief when he walked away,
Only relief that he was gone.
It was a sunny summer’s day:
My best friend told me what he’d done;
I wasn’t enough; he wanted fun.
She’d spurned him, but he’d tried to stray;
I felt no grief when he walked away.
love the beginning,
ReplyDeletewell done.
Experience comes in all kinds of flavors, doesn't it:)
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Raw and real description!
ReplyDeleteThis is too good.The power of accepting such a stage in one's life is indeed a brave thing to do.
ReplyDeleteno grief when he walked away,
ReplyDeletethat's a wrap up for a friendship when it comes with a heat, ends with a stroke.