I probably shouldn’t
have written “over”
on the note I left you.
You were so clueless
you thought I wanted
to continue to a second page.
One was enough,
too many actually.
You weren’t worth the pain.
P.S. Don’t bother waiting.
I won’t be licking my wounds
to return for the next punch.
I left town without a rearview mirror.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
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Some of my selves I left quite thoroughly. I've become more sympathetic to those I can recall, though, and some make me smile.