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When Leaving Is Your Next Best Step

For sanity’s sake

the image is that at of a man sitting in the edge of large display window with his back bend and shoulders hunched forward staring at the screen of my mobile phone. He is wearing destressed black jeans and a striped tee and is holding in his other hand a blue jean jacket. He seemed a bit concerned about the message he is reading.
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I called, no response, I texted
no response, I came to your door and knocked,
no response.

Three days later I found out you had died —
on the inside
When you sent me that note,
I cannot
followed by three dots.

It was for me to discover that you could no longer
love me for me, give to me
as I have selflessly given to you,
treat me as your friend, as family.

There was no more a place for me —
you filled it with emptiness,
talking about therapy, and your need to know —
to find answers from between the cushions of the couch.
Since then, still lost, still dead.

© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love

Author’s note-
Sometimes we really cannot help and the best thing to do is to leave.




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Ilis Trudie Palmer

Ilis Trudie Palmer

I write on what pleases me, most times offering one dose of upfulness in each story. https://esotericgardenskn.com| https://ko-fi.com/ilistrudiepalmerauthorkn

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