What Else Would You Call It?
You declared:
“I don’t love you,”
As you
demanded your divorce,
Now you say self-righteously,
You didn’t
walk out on us.
I don’t know
what you would name it,
But everyone
else does.
To surrender
and no longer try,
Is giving up
on love.
We all make
mistakes in life.
At least
that’s what I’m told,
But how you handle
it afterward,
Is what
really counts the most.
I like to think that I tried my best,
To make us
stronger . . . to come back as one.
But all can
see that you did your best,
To keep us
both apart;
By doing so,
you walked out,
And threw
away my love.
I can not
hide the pain,
That crashed
into my world.
The day you
walked out,
– ripping the heart out of my chest,
Leaving it on
the ground in your wake,
I don’t know
anything else to call it,
You walked
out on us!