No Contact

I read your email enough times to recite and retell every lie you conjured up:

I miss you

I care about you

I love you.

Thousands of words written on a virtual document,

all of them meaningless.

You said you wanted to make amends,

but refused to apologize for the deep wounds

created by you.

You said you were proud of me

in who I grew up to be

and there's more you want to see.

You said this was your olive branch

in hopes I reach back out

and we meet somewhere close to what we were before.

Younger me would've given anything for this chance,

but I am all grown up

and I am choosing to cut down the tree

that represented you and me.

I wish you well

let your life be fulfilling

I hope your dreams come true

as I hope mine do too

just without you.