Poem: Re-Hosting

A poem about moving on. And the wonderful weight-lift of that!

There’s never just one thing — it’s a lot.
But when it’s been a lot for a long time
then one thing can be the final catalyst.

You weren’t ever accountable,
nor interested in being morally culpable —
so of course you never saw it coming.

Your thing was that your superficial charm
would fix every scenario — and if it couldn’t,
there could be physical threats as well.

But I was losing my own battle against
myself, which made it all the more cruel and
nasty that you would call back to us

being friends, but you hadn’t been one
for most of the time I knew you. I still feel
the shifting and lifting of that weight.