She Was

I did it. After 20 years of silence I did it.

I told her who she was.

I told her she hurt me, over and over, and over.

I was brave. I was courageous. Wasn't I?

I told her she drank too much. I told her she was angry too much.

It was hard. It was easy. It was time. It felt good. It felt awful.

I knew what would happen. She did what she does.

She decided I was not to be listened to, or trusted, or loved.

Twenty years of what she called a soul connection obliterated, severed like an ugly tormented head..

I told her who she was. I told her who I was with her.

I felt her go in that moment and many moments before.

I told her she would be sorry and I'm sure....

She Was.