The Last Text

If I would have known my last text to you would have been “sorry I fell asleep”.

I would have tried harder to stay awake.

I would have done more to make an effort.

In my mind this was just our cycle.

A dance that we do.

But you would text back.

You would reach back out and we would start this tango all over again.

But days turned to weeks and months and nothing.

Not even a simple hey.

I broke inside to finally realize the dance was done and you weren’t returning to the floor.

You had vanished and left nothing.

No remorse.

No explantation.

A year has passed.

I have seen you with her

To finally see that you were doing to go tango with someone else.

You deemed someone else more worthy than I.

How lucky she must be.

How excited she must be that all of your energy is poured into her.

How prefect she has to be.

To blame her would be easy.

But it wouldn’t be our truth.