I don't want to hear about
the
good times you had together
I don't want to hear about
her
redeeming qualities
I don't want to hear about
her efforts and attempts to make it better
after the fall.
I don't want to see
a thousand reminders of her in your house.
I don't want to think about
being in her bed, beside you, where she used to be.
Where she would still be, had she chosen to stay.
I don't like to think about
your commitment
and the way you hung on
and your devastation upon her departure.
It doesn't change my feelings for you.
It frightens me.
It makes me think too much
about the power she wielded
over my future
with her choices.