Never knew I needed.
Is that all it took. One song.
One song to bring me tumbling
back into your memories. Was it seconds?
Minutes? Hours at the very most,
before you picked up your
phone and remembered
I existed. I know you’re sorry,
but we cannot live in the past,
for that I will always be sorry.
I’m sorry I closed the door
and sorry you turned the lock.
I’m sorry we had such a brief time
and yet never sorry that you
entered my mind. I’m sorry
you couldn’t choose me this
time either, but i’m not sorry
I refuse to be a choice.
Your words hit like cupids
arrow a storm of love uncovered
in the dark, It wasn’t a declaration
or forgiveness wishes. It was
closure. It was permission to
let go of the past. Permission
to let go. It was mutual understanding
that our paths had changed and
that it was okay to carry on living,
loving, needing and wanting. I
promise to continue to light
up, even I cannot hear, even if
it means others can see me,
or love me. Thank you, for the closure
I had gained myself and never
knew I needed.
Karen Hayward (copyright 2015).