Feb 2013
She started to walk away
Her little show complete
Preformed in front of everyone
But only he knew the meaning-
That she was done.
She could see the door
She had no more purpose here
She headed towards it
Never to enter this place
With trepidation again
"Wait!" Her heart stops
She feels sick, she falters
How dare he
Now she's mad
She keeps walking
"Please, stop."
And she does
But only to respond
Fury evident in every syllable
"Don't even try it."
He walks towards her
Past the people
Milling in the foyer
Some watching
They've heard the rumors
"I'm not going to try anything
But I think we should talk."
She stares at him
Glares at him
He thinks he has the right?
She stands there facing him
Rigid as an iceberg
And just as cold
If this is to be their last encounter
She doesn't want the starers watching
"We can go into my office" Always assuming
"Lead the way" And he does
He doesn't know
That the woman following behind him
Is not the girl he left behind a year ago
Another venture past wandering eyes
She feels the stares
But doesn't turn to acknowledge
Her back straight, head held high
She is ready
She follows him in
And shuts the door behind her
He speaks
"I think we have a lot to talk about,
But we don't have to do it here."
His words ask permission to continue
Permission not granted.
"No. I won't be seeing you again
So we're getting this done now."
"Please-" He tries, she snaps
"No! You don't get to talk!
Every time you talk
You spin words in circles
Until you have me believing
This is a good idea!
"So now I get to talk.
You don't get to do this to me anymore!
Because you've hurt me!
I've let you hurt me
Over and over again.
"But I'm done.
We're done.
You made your choice
The moment you set foot off that plane
And decided I didn't matter.
"Because that's what you did
You didn't call, text, write, or try to find me.
I was here, waiting for you
And you left
You made your choice, this is mine."
She left him in that office
Staring at the open door
Speechless
While she walked away, head high
She didn't look back.
Her little show complete
Preformed in front of everyone
But only he knew the meaning-
That she was done.
She could see the door
She had no more purpose here
She headed towards it
Never to enter this place
With trepidation again
"Wait!" Her heart stops
She feels sick, she falters
How dare he
Now she's mad
She keeps walking
"Please, stop."
And she does
But only to respond
Fury evident in every syllable
"Don't even try it."
He walks towards her
Past the people
Milling in the foyer
Some watching
They've heard the rumors
"I'm not going to try anything
But I think we should talk."
She stares at him
Glares at him
He thinks he has the right?
She stands there facing him
Rigid as an iceberg
And just as cold
If this is to be their last encounter
She doesn't want the starers watching
"We can go into my office" Always assuming
"Lead the way" And he does
He doesn't know
That the woman following behind him
Is not the girl he left behind a year ago
Another venture past wandering eyes
She feels the stares
But doesn't turn to acknowledge
Her back straight, head held high
She is ready
She follows him in
And shuts the door behind her
He speaks
"I think we have a lot to talk about,
But we don't have to do it here."
His words ask permission to continue
Permission not granted.
"No. I won't be seeing you again
So we're getting this done now."
"Please-" He tries, she snaps
"No! You don't get to talk!
Every time you talk
You spin words in circles
Until you have me believing
This is a good idea!
"So now I get to talk.
You don't get to do this to me anymore!
Because you've hurt me!
I've let you hurt me
Over and over again.
"But I'm done.
We're done.
You made your choice
The moment you set foot off that plane
And decided I didn't matter.
"Because that's what you did
You didn't call, text, write, or try to find me.
I was here, waiting for you
And you left
You made your choice, this is mine."
She left him in that office
Staring at the open door
Speechless
While she walked away, head high
She didn't look back.
