Touché

“Touché,” I said when I left for good.


It’s the only thing that came to mind.


Emotions were always hard for me.


I had to leave, there was no choice.


If he wanted me to stay, I would’ve heard his voice.


After I left that cold winter’s eve,


I turned and walked away,


My heart on my sleeve.


Saying “touché” with a little grin on my face,


Crying inside because he was gone forever.


As I turned to walk away,


I looked him straight in the eye,


He said, “Touché” and started to cry.


I kept on walking, heart on my sleeve,


The last thing I wanted to do was leave

Reviews

[Shane Mohamed]

So it's a mutual breakup. Kind of strange and ironic: the word touche usually comes with a sense of humor to it.... Good brief piece. Thanks for sharing.