Ok, so I'm sorry. <br />Isn't that what you wanted to know? <br />in that case, you win. <br /> <br />I'll send back your pictures and your books, <br />you can keep the dictionary, some day <br />you might put it to use. <br />Assuming you ever want <br />to look up the definition of <br />relationship or abandonment. <br /> <br />I'll stop being acrimonious, <br />I'll stop talking to your sibling. <br />This year I promise to: <br />take better care of myself, <br />to rest more, <br />to read more, <br />to write more <br />and overall, just exist more. <br /> <br />I'll stop blaming you for everything, <br />though it's all your fault. <br />I'll accept my own downfalls: <br />loving you more, <br />wanting you more, <br />needing you more. <br /> <br />So, yeah, <br />I'll send back the pieces of you: <br />Your voice, the ever present <br />ringing in my ears. <br />Your avoidance, my constant worry. <br />However, <br />I'm keeping the kiss, <br />your last letter and the paper cut.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-beds-a-poem-to-a-winter-night/
