at that point
those years ago
I had to finally decide
between two mutually exclusive things:
did I want her to be with me?
or did I want her to be happy?
I knew I couldn't have both
so I let her back into the wild
and watched her thrash and burn
I will admit to only you who read this:
that I wish she was miserable
because then she would've been here
and as I walked home
the wind was blowing so hard
but the frost on the grass stood still,
waiting for something to melt it all away.
I'm so tired of writing this way.
maybe I'll just move to New Mexico.
that's the ticket.