It’s the end of a love affair. The touch that burned in my heart, the words that reached my soul are gone, I feel nothing except an urgency to be done. It’s amazing how yesterday ruled my very being, how I believed the drivel that sprouted from your lying mouth offering nothing but empty promises. It’s okay, I’m not angry. I no longer care. I’ve moved on.
I now listen with practical ears, inwardly laughing at what I thought was sacred. Those words were just lyrics to a long-gone love song. I only wanted to hear what you would do, could do, not the fairy tale future of someday that you offered. Why was I such a fool, so naive? I understand I needed the words you offered to heal myself, but since then I’ve learned to stand on my own two feet and I’m standing tall. I’ve moved on.
Finding a wounded bird and offering solace was a moment of respite in my troubled world. You took advantage of that crippled needy heart for all it was worth. At the time it helped me heal. But once I didn’t need a shoulder to lean on, I saw that you too were using me for your own purposes. I now see that clearly. I’m not angry. In retrospect I do feel like a fool, but I’m not looking back. I’ve moved on. Have you? Judith Levy is the New York Times best-selling author of GRANDMOTHER REMEMBERS, which has sold over four million copies to date. Her newest offering is the beautifully illustrated GREAT-GRANDMOTHER REMEMBERS. Both books, perfect gifts for Mother’s Day, are available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
