No surprise

a poem about loving and losing someone

You have made up your mind, you are really walking out this time.
All we do is fight, this can't be right.
I sit on the bed and watch you pack, instead of stopping you I am making sure there is nothing in your path.
This is no surprise.
We are both drained from all the tears cried.
If we stay together the little love that is left will turn to hate, and both of us believe that would be a mistake.
May you never forget the good times, and forget the bad.
I help you load your stuff in the truck, and watch you drive away.
I cry a few tears and slowly pick up the pieces.
This is no surprise.