At last

Honestly...

it's a sigh of relief

a great weight

lifted from my back.

I don't love you anymore

not you, exactly

the memories of you

maybe

but not you

you are a shadow

of the beautiful soul 

that you used to be

I miss her

I love her

I was happy with her

but not you.

Where did your compassion go? 

Your kindness? Love used to light up your eyes.

Maybe someday

you'll find them again

but as for today

I don't and can't love you

At last

at last

at last

I'm free from you.

Reviews

[Liefje]

beautiful and bittersweet. I like the first line "Honestly..." - it really sets the mood for the poem and makes the whole thing more personal.

[PadfootBlack]

thank you, dearie.