Letting go

Letting go
By Leandra Gebrakedan

I truly loved him
How can I be so sure
Because I set him free
I truly loved him, he didn’t truly love me.

Had it not been true love, then we would be together and miserable
I would have had to make excuses to justify being together, for the kids and pet gerbil
Or worse, we stay together as it is comfortable

We have parted now, he is loved and happy and secure
He told me as we were friends before I left, I checked so I am sure
He is happy he opens up and shares stories
That tells me all I need to know, no worries
With me he was a closed book
I left without a backwards look

He doesn’t know I write poetry, so this poem he’ll never read
There are many things he didn’t know, it’s over now, there’s no need

Because he’ll never know there’s something I want to say
I loved him, I loved him through my tears, I’ll love him till my dying day.

At the beginning, I pushed him away from the start.
That’s why he never let me into his heart
At the end, Of course I know some engaged men get full of dread
So other women they try to bed
It’s the fear of commitment that makes them act rash
Chasing a bit of skirt, out they dash.

That’s the story as I know it, but the complication was one thing
His lack of empathy and compassion, the man he was so dim

Never said he was perfect, just that I loved him whilst he was mine
Never said I wasn’t happy now, about to become happier, sublime

I’m pregnant, expecting twins, due in May
My past is history, and that’s where it’s gonna stay

© Leandra Gebrakedan 2009