You
got my leftovers.
The
few remaining strands of love I was able to hold in my heart.
You
landed in the ruins of my life,
and
put sunlight on the broken walls.
But
my defences were too well guarded.
Too
many battle scars to allow a graceful acceptance.
I pushed and resisted,
when
I should have welcomed and embraced.
I
criticised and ostracised,
when
I should have acquiesced and relinquished.
I
doubted and I catastrophised,
when
I should have enjoyed and united.
I
couldn't love you.
But
I loved you.
And
now you are another departed partner.
Another
shadow on my future self.
Another
reason to stop trying.
Another
excuse to be alone.
Gone,
and unforgotten.
An
addition to the list of wrongdoings.
A
painful reminder of my failings.
A
final straw of heartbreak.
A poem.
RC 3-4-24
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