Then bowed my head in shame
6 months – and not a sound from you
Not a word, No answers, Left without closure.
It felt like you had left glass shards in the four veiny chambers of my heart.
Wounds, gruesome and infected
Just to find you 2 am back at my doorstep.
Your name igniting the screensaver on my phone,
But this time I knew better.
I grabbed the cold brass door knob and slammed it in your face.
I wish that was how it went