You promised me the world
Then took off and ran
Why you left so abruptly
I still don't understand
Maybe you thought you couldn't be
Good enough for me
But it's not about "worthy"
You're great as is - honestly
You threw me away
Like a used plastic bag
I really want closure
But I won't be a nag
I know this has got
Mostly to do with you
But why is it that what we had
You now totally eschew
I don't know where your head is
If you think about me at all
But I still wonder about
What specifically was our eight ball
I'm stuck at getting through the day
With a fake smile on my face
Trying so desperately
This pain to erase
As far as broken records go
This one is stuck the most
I continue to think about you acting,
For all-intents-and-purposes, like a ghost
As much as I can rationally understand
That it isn't anything that I did
It still really hurts that one day we were great
And the next you were totally off the grid
Maybe it's wishful thinking on my part
That you'll contact me one day
But without some sort of ending
Closure for me is faraway
Perhaps it will take another
Who will take your place in my heart
But even then I will wonder
What caused you to depart
Where are you now
And where are you headed
How will I extract this piece of you from within me
Where it is so deeply embedded
How is it that you
Affected me so
But you could simply, without goodbye,
Head out and just go
Do you think about me at all
Remember what we had
Or doesn't your life leave room for that
Are things really that bad
You were the one to start all this
To say all these things that I believed
Why is it that now I'm the one
That is left feeling so aggrieved
Am I ever going to know
What went through your head
Am I ever going to know
Why it is you fled?
In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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