11.

sometimes the fire burns out
before you do. i remember the way
your voice peaked at hello and
we never said goodbye. yes,
i realize some of these things i imagined
and you moved on,
broke your promises while i
held my breath thinking
of what to call you besides a liar.
and yes, you were a rising star,
now someone's lover in the morning.
i understand how things go to the wayside,
not necessarily forgotten. i am not
the type to hold out for second
or third or fourth chances, much less
giving them away. you can start now,
give up, or go. apologies are not
a new currency and we speak the same
sentence over and over. the best
always goes to find something better.
i am alone but it doesn't always ache.