Gone, for good this time, really???
Gone, for good this time, I’d, hardened up my heart completely, and totally (until he struck a chord with me again!!!), set my mind up, on leaving, and, I’d gotten, everything, all packed up, and ready to go, and, I was, just a couple more steps away, from headin’ out that door……
Then came, the tears that flowed from his eyes silent, I shouldn’t have turned around, for that one last look, but I had…and, it seemed, as though, someone had, hit that slow-motion button, because I could see the tears, falling from his eyes, rolled down his cheeks, so very slowly, how O-D-D!!!
not my photo…
It’s the, umpteenth time I’d tried, to leave him, and, I was so set on walking out too, until, I saw those crocodile tears (and yeah, knew just what those were too!!!), and, for some unknown reasons, I just, stood, close to the doorway, frozen stiff, like I’d been, turned into stone, like how those men had, gazed into, Medusa’s eyes???
Gone, for good this time, you won’t see me, when you come home tonight, and, unlike the last times before, this time, I’d not left you, a “Dear John” (besides, John was, WAY, WAY, W-A-Y better a man than you!!!), or anything else, just this, empty void that’s taken over, this huge space we’d shared, for the last (it’d been, way too long already!!!) years………
not my photograph still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 