You Won’t Miss Me When I’m Gone

A Poem

Photo by Marcelo Matarazzo on Unsplash

they say it always starts like this —
those lost days I devoted to you
end up going into the trash,
and I’m just the sorry face
you don’t want to see no more

apologies came too late,
from both of our ends —
and we were an ending
snagged on a cliffhanger,
no author left to finish the story

you tell me you miss me,
and I know you’re a liar
because I see the evidence
plastered across your digital wall,
all those girls who aren’t me

those sunlit days of summer
coasted away too soon
into the bleeding colors
of an autumn away from you,
leaves falling faster than any love

your echoes of love —
just what were you thinking?
she was right there for every word,
and I became the would-be villain
while you stayed clean of blame