Sky Tramp

but now more than ever i am ready to let go of anything that’s ready to let go of me

there are no more “whys”

you flung me out your life as if i were nothing yet every time you came back i spread a “welcome” mat , i am bruised and tired of you , from you . because the only way to love you is in scars , dents , brokenness . i sit by your opened door as if i am lost without you but the truth is that i am not . some parts of me still hoped you would be someone else for me

i sat at my desk at work and it’s suddenly December , you & I are no longer a factor

there is no “alternate universe” this timeline is all any of us get and i finally realized how can you and i sit across the table from each other making dinner plans , when you have never had dinner at a table?