Far too jealous
I tell us
I’m off the deep-end
It’s hell waiting for the weekend
When I can see you nude
on Saturday afternoon
Pretend that you love me
I’d intended on whenever
But you never end a fight you started
Choices of mine that I couldn’t define
Arrived on a late September
A Dear John letter
Just when I thought it was over
I pulled a letter from beneath the note
It tells me
She’s staring out the window
There’s nothing left to see
Stuck in-between indecision
I flipped the envelope over
Together forever
I smiled and stared out the window
But there’s nothing outside

(Wattpad, Amazon Kindle.)