To finally know
how little I meant to you
to know the choice was made
before I began my plea
to understand that there was never
a chance
that
is the final hammer strike.

Words
you think I use them well?
Do I paint or weave
a picture that moves
the reader's soul?
You call it beautiful?
I throw it all away
forgotten
discarded
useless
without the soul
that sings in joy
for someone it believes in.

Now I know.
Do you, I wonder
know what you've done
or even care?

Enjoy your weekend.
And when she's done
with you
remember me.

Someone
somewhere tonight
will read this
and be willing
to heal
the soul
you cast aside