Me, Myself, and I.
It was the beginning of us
You were the key to my doors that were locked shut
You opened the door, we entered together waiting for so much more.
It was all in a dash,
Bright white like a flash.
I was closed in like a cast,
But you “saw” me, and removed my mask.
On our big day,
We kissed our troubles away.
Promising to love til’ death,
My love will never stray,
We made a toast,
As a happy couple would do most,
To trust,
To care,
To love,
To adjust,
Yet, you left me in the dust.
To support,
To respect,
To connect,
Yet, you left me divorced.
Black,
Hidden in the shadows,
I needed “TLC”
But you were a “scrub”.
Left me cold in the dark
Like wood floors.
A creak in my heart
Left a crack in the core.
But soon I looked up to the sky
To the man up high,
Desperate for a change
I needed new furniture to rearrange.
It hurts to look at our old rugs filled with hugs.
And the fridge,
Stocked full of memories when you grabbed me off the edge.
Finally after 5 years of mourn and pain,
The man upstairs picked up the phone when it rang.
His answer was quick.
I didn’t know if it was another slick trick.
I was surprised to see his gift
I wasn’t sure if it was true
It was good.. A little too good
It was me.
It was me. I was looking at me.
But a good me. Could it be?
What did it mean? Did it not work?
Why is it me?
Oh.
At that moment. I knew.
The person who I needed the most. Was me.
The man didn’t have to say anything more, anything less.
I understood what I needed to do.
I stepped forward into my new self.
I took a breath. I was hesitant.
What would be on this side?
What happens to the other me?
I looked back to be surprised that the other me was gone.
Vanished. Disappeared. Gone.
A part of me was gone.
But the other half was waiting for me.
So to make a toast to a new life,
On this big day, I have kissed my old life away.
Promising to love myself til’ death,
My love will never stray.
It was the beginning of me.
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