My Guitar Gently Weeps

 …Sometimes I write short things…. Because sometimes it’s the only things I can muster the strength to say… 

I cried my last tear for you. 

I allowed it. It was my mourning. 

I let my heart break. I sat with the broken pieces promising them that I would glue them back together again. 

When I could. When I had the strength. 

I told myself I would not hate you. I just told myself I would let you go. 

I told myself that in another life and time, maybe then… and then again… maybe not? 

What would make our paths different with each lifetime that went on? 

I told my brokenness that…

… to mask the pain and hurt. 

I told my soul… you didn’t care. You never did. And that’s okay. 

I told myself I wished you well… and that was the truth. 

I told myself to turn away. 

I told myself whatever I could.