H[e]artless

I finally picked up those shorts you wore last weekend.
And cried.
So much can change so fast.
It seemed like yesterday we were riding in my car with the tops out.
Smoking a blunt.
"I just wanna be successful..."
And not another word.
Just like that you were gone.
It was as though you never even existed.
I unsure if it was because I wasn't good enough
or rather it was a lie.
I'd like to reserve the right to choose neither.
Though it looks as though I've run out of options.
Even now I
still glance at my phone hoping to see a blue light.
But I know its not you.
The memories seem to become all the more brighter.
Seamless and drawn together.
Even my subconscious misses you.
My eyes fill with liquid sorrow.
"How could you do this to me?"
Not a f*****g word.
Even if just to tell me that you're ok.
After all we didn't part ways after dinner.
I walked out of triage.
Drove your truck home
Never the wiser on your plan to cut me loose.
I suppose you just grew tired of running with me.
Stopping I'd be a few miles ahead of you
before I even noticed that you were gone.
Slick.
You watched me suffer from a distance
for two years
and completely undid all the recovery
in a single instant.
Damn you
for making decisions for me
sweet words,
smiles ,
your time yielding attention.
I have nothing to hold onto.
The smile are only hurting me more.
But I suppose you knew that too.
There is nothing that I can do except sit here
and light another mentholated thought.
Seeing as how I blinked and just like that,
you were gone.

Author's Note

Sequel to Jonathon William Hart. Pardon the mistakes I am VERY tired.

Reviews

[Adam :P]

this reminds me of myself because i broke a girls heart and thats how she felt feel bad for it, but love the poem!

[Ed Hart]

yes, they come, they go...it's like that as we learn