Never saw that one coming…
Ah you caught me good.
The harsh, biting words expected,
but not the source, not you.
You, the beloved.
You, the trusted.
Do you mean what you do?

I’m speechless….
Raging and hurt,
still I can’t attack you.

Silently I laugh at your back-peddling from the truth.
The half-hearted apology –
meaningless and unmeant.
How could I pretend away what has been?
You let it slip –
your cold feelings,
how our connection’s worn thin.

Why do you stay?
Why do I?
Are we worth anything anymore?
Could we speak a truth that wouldn’t hurt?
Give me an out…show me the door.

I want to scream at you
to breakdown and sob
say, I’m tired. I’m through.
But I’m mute.

My mind begs Forgive.
I am searching…
for a hint of grace within.
But perhaps it’s too late and too many times.
Why should I try?
I can’t remember.
I’m too bruised.
I’m too angered.

And right now it’d be easy to say good-bye.