I was caught off guard
when you asked me to leave,
that my time was up.
You see, I thought we were still in it
Instead, you grabbed my finger,
to make sure our agreement was formed
with something I could never get back,
that our termination hurt
and was signed
So now, what once was in motion
is a curated collection
of memories, moments.
And I, once a participant,
am a visitor, peering into
of what once was,
still nursing the sting
that you left behind
where the needle pierced my skin,
and, below the surface,
where my heart bled its grief too.