She Cried that Night…
We all make mistakes, but I can’t forgive no more.
I won’t let her apologize. Ripping up letters in seconds
That took days to write, hanging up calls after hours of
Her telling me…I love you…Begging me…Don’t leave me
Why did I feel so heartless, when I handed them back to her?
Why does she not sign online as much? Why won’t I answer
Her messages?…Always deleting my emails…
She screams her heart out in an empty room…
It was not empty before…
She stands outside with tears in her eyes, but I won’t enter
The door behind her…I go around to the back pretending I never saw…
Those tears….
I won’t leave the building to interact with her…
There should be a limit to desperation, a stop for insanity
But she won’t stop…
I can’t block her rampage…
She cried that night….
Amazed and devastated, I had to walk away…
Her tears were painful…I felt my mind cry
Her sobs were wrenching…I felt her cry
My heart was ripping….I heard my soul cry
The emotional me wanted to wipe her tears…
Wanted to hold her and ease her hurt ova me leaving…
But the real me, outside of me, had to leave her there….
Leave her there with her arms holding on to her memories…
Clenching on to the closest physical reminder of me….
My shirt….I remember that shirt….A shirt worn during countless
Nights on the town…Cast aside numerous times for passionate love making….
I remember that shirt….Can’t bear the memories it holds…
So I’ll leave it with her, give her something else to hold…
She cries even harder when I begin to walk away….
Her tears on my mind….
She wants me to stay….
But its too late to become what I’ve always been…
I can’t continue to deal with it…I have to walk away…
I know it’ll be hard, but things will be better if I go…
Emotions completely overwhelm her body…
I hear her tears falling on the other side of the door…
She cried that night…
But the worse…or maybe the best…part was…
She wasn’t crying alone.
Born in Lewes, Delaware August 27, 1984, he has been working on poetry and music for 10 years. Was inspired to start writing when she read her mother’s poetry at 15, and just wanted to touch the world with her view of things. Kaibee can be reached via Twitter.
Sometimes no matter what goes down…in the apology department…a girl has to go, her crying or not. I enjoyed this poem, could definitely feel it, having been there before, on both sides of the tears.