Slow Erosion

Each tear
each hurt
each neglection
add too many
barricading
no longer do I wonder
time is mine own
apparent
you have made
lack of desire
to be with
unless
on terms you dictate.
Times you demand
without thought
consideration
gentle soul
caring heart
flayed
grated
blown
dust motes
dance through air
only beauty
coming from
what once was
golden dreams…..
love
lasting.
Fool I was.
Kiss good bye…..
the best
you could have had
ever would have had
watch my ass
see the finger
take a hike
get out of my life
and don’t let the door
hit ya on the way out.
©Aug. 31/20
Picture is my own