And I open your email

And there was nothing

No dirty sensitive stem

Bursting out of my heart

No sick dizzy feelings

Trampling across my brain

In estranged dust.

When we go through all the pain and hardships of surviving a break up, it’s hard to image the day you forget.  But it comes, and you wonder how you got there, how you are there, and smile at the new you.

POEM: IT’S A WEIRD THING

It’s a weird thing

To open your mail and find an email attached to a name

That you once obsessed about

Over

And over

And over

And now you have no feeling?

After deep tormenting obsession

With your call

Your not call

And I call you

And you answer

Or don’t.

After all that sex

I loved so much

And

Didn’t have to

Come to love

But loved it

In the morning

And night

And after

That.

And I open your email

And there was nothing

No dirty sensitive stem

Bursting out of my heart

No sick dizzy feelings

Trampling across the brain

In estranged dust.

Just nothing.

What was a possibility

More than something for me

But never for you

Tangled my heart

Forever and more.

It’s a weird thing

Looking at a name

And stopping for a second

To say I don’t know him

Who?

A moment of wonder

What?

And even now I write

With no ardent penetrating killing painful

No feelings.

It’s a weird thing.

-eml

 







    Last reviewed: 29 Jun 2013

APA Reference
Loberg, E. (2013). Getting Email From an Old Flame, Way After a Break-up. Psych Central. Retrieved on October 24, 2014, from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2013/06/28/getting-email-from-an-old-flame-way-after-a-break-up/

 

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