breakup – Conrad Birmingham

Must stop No reason to proceed Our relationship a flop So easy to read The signs were there I did not see Not a nightmare We did not agree Agree on life How much time Husband and wife We did not rhyme Too many factions Ruling our existence Always reactions And harmful resistance You and me We were fine Full of joy and glee No reason to whine We could not breakout From the smothering No reason to pout Too much mothering All will be good We can move on I am not a kid Or a worthless pawn You will be in my heart Forever and ever Hate this part A brutal endeavor

  I do not know who you are
 You talk three hours through a screen
 We did debate and spar
 Not ugly or mean
  
 We played with each other
 And talked and talked
 We enjoyed one another
 Our emotions not locked
  
 But what happened that very day
 You did not respond or communicate 
 You replied with nothing to say
 Causing me much frustration
  
 You sent a positive message 
 You missed me as a companion
 I thought we had a shot
 My plight was not a deep canyon
  
 I raced to see you
 To talk to you in person
 So much hope to renew
 Only to worsen
  
 You would not see me
 You would not talk
 Address my plea
 What a shock
  
 You did not want to come out
 And tell me your troubles
 And what this was about
 My apprehension doubles
  
 Why did you call the night before
 Why did we flirt and play
 Why did you spend 3 hours on the phone
 Why did you act like the good old days
  
 But I learned reality
 You came outside
 And said you were free
 And your position was clarified
  
 You did not see us long term
 You did not want to lead me on
 You were very definite and firm
 You did not want me as a pawn
  
 It was hard for me to listen
 I was denied and rejected
 Your tears did glisten
 I pleaded and objected
  
 Holding you tight
 You were so frail
 It was the end of the night
 And I took flight
  
 As I drove away
 I realized so much
 And knew it his way
 Our life would be dutch
  
 No more togetherness
 No more reliance
 No more dependence
 No more shared memories
  
 Two lives afloat
 In our own little ships
 Circling in a moat
 On our own trips
  
 The next day I realized
 We are good friends
 My memories prized
 And I wanted to make amends
  
 We can be pals and mates
 Open to conversation
 Definitely no romantic dates
 And no long term relations
  
 We can be kind
 And we can be heartfelt
 All a matter of the mind
 And the cards we are dealt
  
 Friends for life
 What does that mean
 Not husband and wife
 A future unseen

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