gloss over things that has me standing still?
It hit me like a ton of bricks.
Don’t you think this is catastrophic?
Don’t you think it is dramatic the way you
tower over me just to get your point across?
It should have turned you soft.
It should have made you feel the loss.
Growing up the things you did were supposed to be seared into my memory,
but the truth of it all is that you are easy to forget.
I raised myself up into adulthood without any help of you,
and for a while I believed that it should make me sad.
But the truth is that I am never going to need you
and in the end that is just fine by me.
So just know that you are free.
I appreciate the distance you keep.
You probably think that it is weird the way I am healed
by never having to force myself to love you again.
Oceans between us I won’t cross and,
this lack of empathy is my last stand.
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