The digital clock reads 4:30, it’s time to leave
I send one last email and sign out of my accounts
I put on my jacket and grab my pack
Hurriedly, I walk down the stairs, out the door and into the car
Work has ended for the day, but I have one last assignment to complete
It’s not an easy task, but it could be worse
I think of the many ways to start my message
And debate whether we should keep in touch
I look back at the time we spent together and how you were with me
One awful moment stands out and suddenly the ongoing debate stops,
A decision is made.
After arriving home, I quickly change into my pyjamas
I turn on my email and review my decision
It’s done. It’s final. I don’t want you in my life.
I think some more about what to say,
Whether I should be kind or just lay it all out.
I check my inbox and see a message from you.
Your email disgusts me.
Another decision is made: I’m breaking someone’s heart tonight.
I start writing my reply. It’s far from nice.
I am fuming. My anger can be felt with every word I type.
I have been nothing but kind to you, even when you were selfish.
Now it’s time I put you in your place and tell you what I really think
About you and all your bulls**t.
After typing a lengthy paragraph filled with vile,
I feel so relieved. But it’s not enough.
I want to say more, but I don’t want to waste another minute on you.
I re-read my message and make some adjustments.
This will do.
I click send,
This one action severs the tie, for good.

I just broke someone’s heart tonight.