I Hate The Memory Of That Day
We land,
Touching down for our connecting flight.
I turned airplane mode off,
And the texts flew in.
In that moment,
I felt my heart beat stop.
Actually, I felt the whole world stop.
That moment changed something inside of me.
I spent five fucking years
Trying to get a grip on my life after what happened.
After he happened.
And to have it resurface all over again?
It was too much to bear.
That new found knowledge
That what he did to me,
He has done to
Five
Other women since me
Literally
Fucking
Destroyed
Me.
I can’t ask you to understand what it felt like then.
I can’t ask you to understand what it feels like now.
I can’t ask you to understand at all.
I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfires
Of a burdened past
And overwhelming emotions.
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A powerful, deeply-felt poem. I especially like the parallelism in the penultimate stanza.