Sunset Over Pointe Inn

Not-So Bitter End

The ending of us went unspoken, and your indifference was as clear as water,
But that too laid barren in your throat.
There was nothing honorable about your months of silence,
About withstanding the buildup and withering against it.
I did not lie when I called you a coward,
Or when I said I still loved you in our downfall.

At least I have always stayed consistent,
That I know when to speak and how.

But you,
You are like a ghost story now.
Something that visits me every now and then in a bad dream.
I do not miss you,
Do not want to see you,
But my mind will not let us rest
Will not let that twin flame die,
Will not let you live in the back of my mind
In memories of you telling me that I am fine.
That you are sorry, but don't know how to patch the wounds you opened this time.

At least you did it with consistence;
Never quite knowing what to do or when.

I had hoped that you would change, and you did.
Perhaps not for the better,
Or in the way that I wanted,
But in the way that you had to.
Because who you are now, and what you have become,
It is not meant for me,
And I don't think you were ever meant for me.

I never thought that I would find such solitude in those words, but here I am;
Sat in a hotel, a replacement for his flooded apartment,
And I am happy.
There is no trace of you here,
But there is a new beginning in his eyes that are a shade lighter than yours
And something about this displacement feels right.
There is something hopeful in what we once were and what we are not.
There is something hopeful in what him and I are not and what we could be.

And I am happy.