A Blast From the Past

A BLAST FROM THE PAST

i knew it wouldn't last
he dropped me, relatively fast
and all i could ask
was, "how are you?"


he claimed to be my friend
claimed it til the end
his excuses, he'd always defend
my responses would always depend
on my up or down mood

he clearly never meant to hurt me
i wasn't forced - i went along freely
at that time, i couldn't see
that he had always intended to be free
from me - but he never meant to be rude.


he said he thought of me often
and my mood began to soften
than i realized i was only RE-building the coffin
to lock my self-esteem in
when he'd walk away again

our conversation was short
around my heart, i've built a fort
to protect me from his sort
and i can very proudly report
that i walked away with my head held high
and HE looked back at ME.

TonyaC 122609
(artwork: "Me Time", Frank Morrison)