Return to Sender
What Comes Back
You shouldn't be here.
She was chosen over me.
Your rehearsed, half-hearted apologies
NOT accepted.
You mistook my silence for softness,
My stillness for an open door.
I was only deciding
How to hand you back to yourself.
*
Your eyes watched my face for mercy
Like a thief
Scanning a room for anything left worth taking.
The audacity of offering a necklace
Purchased for her?
Mind-numbingly
Hurtful.
*
Take your sorry promises
Wrapped in someone else's perfume.
Leave the version of me
You thought would wait around.
I am no longer her.
I may be a worn envelope,
Creased and stained with age and abuse,
But I am no longer
Addressed to you.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator. This is my 40th and final year at the same school. I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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