Moving On

Quiet here in my small abode,
perhaps the calm before the icy winds.
Time to think, time to rest,
to recharge before the work week begins.

Addressed to one who fails
to understand,
my request was for
peace to come to us both.

For me to move on
your small hits have to end.
This does not mean I cannot
ask a simple question.

There was nothing personal
in my note,
just a return of one small item.
Not too much to ask of you.

I wonder if you are angry,
because it's clear now that I was not
there to take, but to give.
To help not just me, but us, have a better way to live.

I know now that staying
would have broken my heart over and over again.
Real change would never have happened,
you could not be my constant lover or a best friend.

I understand your cruelty
though I wish it did not have to be.
You knew you'd never change
and that alone would have meant more damage to me.

The anniversary of our death has come and gone,
and I have passed needing you anymore.
You are quite safe to play your role
behind someone else's door.

Peace,
k

PS: This is what you wanted, right? Me no longer hanging on...your wish of the
past year has been granted..all it took was some time for me to distance myself
from our past.