Thursday, May 28, 2015

Finally Free

Finally free,

Finally free?

The words sting to the core,

As if I am a maggot,

To be thrown out with yesterday's trash.

The emotional intelligence of a teenage boy,

You wrap circles around me with your words,

As I remain dumbfounded

And left to pick up the pieces of the emotional whirlwind that just hit.

Within months you are already moving on.

At this rate,

I will still be processing and resolving twenty years from now,

Midnight terrors and two am ramblings.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© May 2015

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