no fond goodbyes

I walked through the fire

without getting charred

swam through the waters

brimming with sharks

fell down the mountain

without bruises or scars

but when I met you 

I had let down my guard

too late I learned

what loving you meant

living in my heart

without paying rent

after paying the piper

leaving not one red cent

you pack all your gear

and down the road you went

no fond goodbyes

or anything close

not one to miss me

more so than most

not one comparison

from those that oppose

I should have known better

than to let you impose

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License