Oh, That’s Right…
Without pressure.
Without expectation.
I breathe.
Anxiety left
When you did.
Imagine that.
Still, sometimes…
Memories rape my mind.
Lips. Eyes. Tongue. Cock.
Hand in hand, walking.
Biking through Town Lake.
Hiking on the Greenbelt.
Basking in transcendent love.
Together.
Then over.
Without explanation
Or warning
Or kindness
Questions pummel.
Inconsistency.
Your anxiety triggers mine.
How could you?
Oh, that’s right…
It’s not your responsibility.
You loved, you said.
You adored, you said.
Attached, you said.
Future, you said.
You lied.
How could you?
Oh, that’s right…
It’s not your responsibility.
Then without pressure.
Without expectation.
I breathe.
Embracing the Now.
This moment.
Without expectation.
Each moment.
Without you.
I smile.
I survive.
I rebuild my life.
You know, the one you shattered
With your vacillation,
With your fear,
With your arrogance,
With your callousness.
How could you?
Oh, that’s right…
It’s not your responsibility.
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