This is something a friend wrote who wants to remain anonymous. They hope you will like it.

Does your heart flutter at all anymore when you hear my name?
Wait - Don't - As your lips begin to part
Please no answer
Let's not carry on this charade

You had finished what we had barely begun to start
I will take what is left, my head held high
Move on - With back in my own hands, my heart

The rain fall softly now - pitter patter
(like the rhythm of the beating inside my chest)
I pause once more as I begin to smile
For in the stretch of it all you no longer matter.

when it's over ... it's over... don't the let door hit you in the azzz ... or the plate hit you in the head good riddance i would say

Thats kinda sad...

reason i am glad i live alone

i hear that...lol