Forward.

I will never forget you, but I’m moving forward. 

With or without you. 

Your choice, if you want to come along. 

Don’t you believe for a moment I’ll stay, or you will be alone. 

You were always welcome in my life, but not like this. 

You accepted Societies' answers, instead of your heart.  

You listened to the whispers of others.  

Good luck, you're going to need it. Society and the whispers of others will fade. 

Leaving you alone. 

I’ll wait just outside your door for three minutes.  

That's all you ever gave to me. 

Then I’m gone. 

Two minutes left.  

You think I’m bluffing.  

I won’t leave. 

One minute and I’ll be gone. 

I’m not going to count down the seconds before I go. 

One more thing, I’m taking my heart with me. 

You never wanted it. 

Or would have been out the door in front of me. 

I hope you’ll be happy with the whispers of others. 

I’m gone...  

 

   

  

Reviews

[Dale Pavolko]

Cut 80 % of the lines.
Burn every phrase you’ve ever seen on a greeting card or an Instagram quote graphic.
Replace each abstract accusation with one specific, sensory detail that only the two of you would recognize.
Then you might have the beginning of a poem instead of a break-up text with pretensions.

Right now it’s therapeutic venting.
Poetry begins where therapy ends.

[Randall]

Thank you, Dale. I'll try writing more in the Haiku style next time.

[Curly Grace]

I felt the quiet ache beneath the resolve here. The poem moves with a calm finality, not anger, just truth. Beautifully done.