Speaking sometimes,
I feel the verbs and nouns
fall from my mouth
Prepositions in hands,
I try to gather them up
and move on
But I cannot, as sometimes words
will only work once

That only comes with time,
this realization
that there are things you cannot....
Take back,
even when you want to stop the game
and go back to your normal
You cannot......

So, was it the morning before?
Or perhaps the evening after,
when I realized that you were
no longer................
The person, with whom
I wanted to share my life?

Such a small thing in a way,
aye, few spoken words
Some anger,
you were always angry though
Weren't you?
And after you got up to go,
With contempt in your eyes
but hurt in your stance
All I felt............................
Was that I was finally free.