Why don’t you ever stay gone?
Why do you come back to leave again?
This time for real
For far
“Birthday Week”
Was the ruse
Let’s not forget the drive-by in May
Stopped at the stop sign
And waited
Too cowardly to face me
Confident enough to stalk me
Let’s not forget: you emailed the same day
Wishing me a fine summer
Now that the winter is gone
Where were you
When I have been struggling
You intrude once again
Not to wish me a happy birthday
No
Not to tell me you’re sorry
For all of it
But to tell me you’re moving to Italy
Leaving the house you wouldn’t let go of
I bought you that special book
Imported from Italy
Because you wouldn’t go
You wouldn’t go
So go
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So sorry that happened on your birthday. If today is your birthday happy birthday if it isn’t happy belated birthday 🎂🎂.
Whoever it is doesn’t deserve you treating you that way and playing games with your heart so sorry.
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Thanks, Anthony. I appreciate it. That wasn’t my birthday thank goodness. It’s today. Thanks for the birthday wishes.😊✨
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Thinking of you
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Thank you, Alice💛
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😢 Sorry, Amy. Karma.
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Thanks, Darryl. Agree, karma
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Hugs hugs hugs!!!!!!
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♥️♥️♥️
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“Too cowardly to face me
Confident enough to stalk me”
That’s a powerful pair of lines
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Thanks, Mary. I appreciate that.
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I feel for you, Amy 🫂
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Thanks Aboli ♥️♥️
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I can feel your pain in this poem. So sorry to read this. As Anthony has said, the person doesn’t deserve you if they treat you like this.
And I agree with MaryG regarding those powerful lines.
Sending hugs your way for however you need them, whether just hugs, or hugs of strength etc… x
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Thanks so much, Liz. That’s very kind. ♥️♥️
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Amy ❤ … sorry you are being treated like this. Pooja had a guest writer, and she too has spoken about a term “breadcrumbing” !! Originally, I thought it was like “Fair weather friends”, but no … it’s way worse and I have been strung along before and still (nice nature … gag). None of this matters except that I loved your poem and when my ship comes in … we’re going to Italy! Happy Birthday despite and I pray time is always on your side! ❤
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Thanks, Siri. This is kind of like breadcrumbing, but more like coming back around to assuage guilt. At least that’s what I think. Can we go somewhere other than Italy? How about France?♥️♥️♥️
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Whoever did this, shame on them! Happy belated birthday, amy! xoxo
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Thanks, Carol Anne! xoxo
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