Why do we stay longer than we need to?
Longer than we should?
Staying past our welcome and well past the fun—Of life, of love, of places and spacesWe never won…
Mythical trophy of reassurances—of “good job” and “well dones”
If we’re lucky enough, in our elegant design of martyrdom, we might just find Someone to reward us with validating words
As we lick the wounds from
Being nearly burned and charred, until our insides all but fall apart,Bodies sit like a badge of honor—because, see,It’s someone else’s fault.
Like there was no other option, no power to choose—Like all the red flags and warning signsSomehow eluded you.
To the tragedy ahead—Should we stay just a little bit longer?
Waiting for our happily ever after.
But we’re well past the expiration dates.No, we don’t get to change that fate,To bring dead marriages back to lifeOr rusted friendships to magical sparkles of light
You’ve outstayed your welcome. It’s done.
Move on—quickly,With a walk with a run—damn, sprint if helps
Be grateful. Transition in peace.
If it’s for you, it will return.And if it doesn’t—you learned.
