Don’t tell me why. Don’t avoid the how. Reveal the when. Tell me now. I must hear it. I’m telling you, you must breathe it, speak your whole truth. I beg of you: Why did you leave? Each time I saw you, afterwards, silence lingering. A hollow yawning, gaping in my chest, my repeated pain like parading bull ants, nipping, biting – you were never my best. Sticks and stones, your omissions broke my bones, I’m a fragile girl beneath it all, my bravado and shine, wipe them away, so much emotional investment, mere wasted time. User and abuser, you never made me yours, though for you, parts of me self-sacrificed, my yearning the cause, then, without an utterance: your tepid goodbye, re-connection to be made months down the line. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Lucas Pezeta from Pexels
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