Over

I probably shouldn’t
have written “over”
on the note I left you.

You were so clueless
you thought I wanted
to continue to a second page.

One was enough,
too many actually.
You weren’t worth the pain.

P.S. Don’t bother waiting.
I won’t be licking my wounds
to return for the next punch.
I left town without a rearview mirror.



©Susie Clevenger 2013



Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Wowzers. Killer poem. Love the closing lines especially.
Lolamouse said…
Clever and witty but tells a powerful story too.
Susan said…
How great that the persona speaking here is strong and powerful and aware. Fine poetry.

Some of my selves I left quite thoroughly. I've become more sympathetic to those I can recall, though, and some make me smile.
grapeling said…
Snap! That 2nd stanza especially. Good pen, Susie ~ M
Anonymous said…
Succinct. Masterwork, this one, SC. Salute.
Kerry O'Connor said…
I like your approach in this poem, Susie... especially the "Over" being misconstrued :)
Helen said…
Attitude with a capital A ... great write ~
Grace said…
Good for you to leave before the next punch...ouch on that ~
Susie Swanson said…
Awesome write. Loved the end of it. Hugs.