Drag It Somewhere Else Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Decisions are decisions!
And those who make them,
I wish them my best...
With nothing from me projected,
That will detect I disrespect.
However...

YOU made that decision to mount your high horse.
With a gallant striding away.
Spirited and brave.
And with your stately posture,
Giving me your back with your nose thrown up...
You left me to weep as you strutted your stuff.

Decisions are decisions!
And those who make them,
I wish them my best...
With nothing from me projected,
That will detect I disrespect.
No matter how heartbroken I feel.
Or a loneliness in an empty nest felt.

YOU needed to make a statement made.
To impress.
YOU needed to make a statement made.
And one left alone to forget and not address.

And 'now' you want to drag a dead horse,
Back here to beat?
And 'now' you want to drag a dead horse,
With a laying it at MY feet?
To repeatedly beat?
You better drag it somewhere else.
And leave me in peace.

Decisions are decisions!
And those who make them,
I wish them my best.
I wished you my best when you left.
And repeating routines with an expected comfort,
Is not what I accept...
From anyone who leaves me for others to impress.

You left.
I healed.
Goodbye.
Don't sigh.
Just drag it somewhere else.