Note to Self:
another weekend comes to a close
the music opens the scene
i sit alone again
wine in hand
music in my ears
memories of him
in my room
in my bed
it’s Sunday night
i’ll write
maybe send him a note
nope
i’ve done that
maybe i’ll write it down
another passage in my journal
post a lovers note
but i’ve done that
so many times before
he doesn’t read it
falls on deaf ears
blind eyes
never to see my heart
why?
when will the longing go away
when will my heart accept the truth
that it was only me
some weird need
and oh so real
he filled it for a minute
and I turned it into years
so is it finally over?
do i say goodbye?
no need
he already did that
© Sandy Hibbard