I guess when you finally lay it all out

Like pairs or spades or hearts

The deck looks the same as it did

Before you removed a few cards.



I guess when you finally throw out the words

Like an old thought scribbled down on paper

The words never reach anyone else’s eyes

So they never really existed.



I guess when you finally let it all go

Like the balloon you accidentally released

It was never a part of your life long enough

To leave that empty space in your chest.



I guess when I finally let you go

I can breathe in the world again

Even though no one will ever notice

Since you were never mine at all.