Spitting on the sidewalk
The perfect analogy
No regard for promises 
No attempt at apologies.

It’s time for me to walk away 
Nothing I can do
I have simply had enough
I’m tired of loving you.

Been charging up the middle 
Meeting  with resistance
Been getting knocked around
Complete with consequences.

Feeling belly up
No options or recourse 
You show no depth of feeling
No guilt …. blame or remorse. 

Found the invitation
A late night rendezvous 
I’m not  into slumming
Sorry …. but I’m through.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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