We'll run into each other
some years from now.
I'll be home visiting my parents,
and you'll be getting off work.
Maybe in an aisle at the grocery store,
or side by side at a stoplight,
or at what used to be our favorite restaurant.
Your finger will be absent of a ring,
and I will let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I can't help but feel relief, knowing you didn't marry her.
You will tell me how you regret what you did,
and how you left things between us.
And how sorry you are.
This time, I will not forgive you.
I will say thank you and that I wish you the best in life.
I will say I hope it has been good to you in my absence.
Because no matter how badly you broke my heart,
a piece of me will always love you.
