I just clicked PUBLISH and then read Daily Prompt.
This post is so appropriate. I hope I am now set free.
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He wanted to leave,
he wanted freedom,
no longer wanting
a relationship or commitment.
Back home in this country
where we once lived,
he packed his bags and left
while I stayed behind totally lost.
He wanted to stay friends
with me while he freely roam.
Living overseas, he found himself
surrounded by little bees that sucked you dry.
Today he flew home,
out of kindness of heart
knowing he has nowhere else to stay
I allowed him to board with me.
For a short time, my home will be his shelter,
he is physically present yet
what I see is nothing but an empty shell,
of someone who is not worthy to look me in the eyes.
It hurts too much to be kind,
to care or have a soft spot for a past loved one,
here am I, alone, pouring my heart out
comforting myself with every words I typed.
Decisions, decisions, decisions
once his temporary stay is over,
time for a total spring clean,
I must break free so that I can start living again.
Is it natural to still care for a past love?
Or is it ‘out with the old and in with the new’?
Which one are you?