It started raining on my way to your place.
I took the long way, hoping to calm my incessant nerves.
I wondered if the rain was trying to water something in me,
I felt so cold, rigid and angry.
My thoughts of you weren’t, aren’t fine, kind or blind.
And I feel alive for the first time in my mind.
Finally, fully free from your abandonment of respect.
Four numbers, one time—this time,
Knock. Knock. Regret.
I wondered if it would be the last time.
Your mini answered; I gulped down his green hair.
WTF. WTF. WTF.
Not sure I had the sanity to spare.
I didn’t return to care.
Just to grab my scarf
And those keys,
I could spare.