Enough

Not so secretly hoping we might make amends,

This latest rebuke extinguishes any last vestiges of hope.

I am finished if not completely silenced.  

Enough.

Worrying I’d somehow messed it up,

Continuing to fret and wonder. If,

I’d done this or that, things might have been different.

Mostly though I remained unclear of my crime, even if there was indeed a crime committed. Or,

Maybe you just tired of me, decided that I’d served my purpose or just lost interest in what I had to offer.

Enough.

And now, following a message that seems, to me at least, to draw a line,

Some shrug along with me, as confused as I.

Others suggest I might do more. Keep waiting, be patient. Keep hoping and reach out (once more). But,

Although part of me still craves a final conversation in which I could ask what it is that drove us apart,

It’s not my pride that stops me asking for this or for more... Rather it’s the sadness, the hurt and the fear of rejection yet again.

Enough.

So I’ll keep the photos and the small mementoes,

File the questions never to be asked or answered.

Bracket off the unrequited feelings.

Accept an ending incomplete.

Enough.  

Enough.