The Stop

A poem about the end of relationship with a lover

The Stop

We flirt, parry, thrust.

Advance, retreat. Timid, bold.

But more than schedules duel.

Our ebbs and flows are out of sync.

 

The surprise plans I craft

Spin me ecstatic.

They are amazing

And calculated to delight.

 

Then, cold water bath

As brakeman stomps hard.

My intricate plans dashed.

Deflected, beaten, canceled.

 

Self-reflect, nut job.

She blocks you, protects herself.

Or, maybe, missed the clues?

Either way, those hopeless romantic plans were fantasy.

 

Cancel the reservations.

Redeploy the time.

Adjust the reality.

Eschew the anger, sorrow, regret.

 

My fault. Full.

My despondence. Full.

My concession. Full.

The Stop. Full.

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