The Last Poem of 23’

As I lay in my room

Meandering through

The dark hallways of you

Our relationships truths

I ponder the light

That I felt in your presence

I ponder the obsession

I have with your attention

But as I lay in my room

Slowly working through

The trauma and truth

The unsealing wounds

I can’t help but ask myself

Why I can’t hate you?

Why I don’t blame you?

All the heartbreak 

You’ve seen me through

But the answer remains 

Why I couldn’t stay.

I know what I know

You are what you are

So I lay in my room

And I don’t plan to move

So I don’t have to say

Or relive the pain

I could keep to myself

Never to hurt anyone else

If I don’t leave this place

If I don’t give them the space 

But that’s not really healing

And that won’t make me happy

So I guess I’ll have to choose

A new pathway around you

I can’t just lay in my room 

Hoping, longing to mend this bruise

Or the haunting memories of you

That may help to see me through

The new people I meet

All the bustling and lonely streets

My next adventure in life

Could be better for our time

Could medicate my mind

Filled with imbalance - now aligned

It’s time to get up from my room

To heal my traumas

And learn my truth.