Soft Close

We don’t talk anymore; I

Pretend it’s mutual but

It was you who decided.

Perhaps I wasn’t good for

You, though I always tried to

Be good to you. For the best,

I tell myself, while the you

Shaped hole in me aches, empty


Somehow I was the last one

Who cared, after everyone

Forgot. Even you gave up.

But I persisted, to my

Injury and regret, for

Some unknown motivation.

There are moments I get stuck

In, for years and years. It’s just

Endless recrimination.