that third day came and no reply was made,
was I to think?
repeat of March, a repeat of July,
thought I was cut off again.
before then, I wallowed in pain
you’d left me for good.
third time I swore, I’d wipe tears no more.
What else was I to think?
by my friends that you can’t commit,
anguish I looked somewhere new.
the bar I explored and Clancy’s I went,
withdraw my heart couldn’t take again.
know that you hurt, I know that you’re mad,
is it that hard, if you think?
you have empathy, you’d have to agree:
silence said things you didn’t mean.
you cannot forgive or take some responsibility
your own part in any of this,
your heart is smaller than I thought it to be.
forgave. Why can’t you do the same?