The Affect of Poetry (Series 3-Bounce Back)

“And I do need that make up sex and I’m the fool. Cause it is a dry cool sleep without the one you need, and a dry drool that you can smell on her sheets, and the closer the comforter can’t comfort her like me.” “Archie The Messenger”

She walked out the door on me. I never raised my hand towards women and should she have known that I wouldn’t hit her. Never did and don’t plan on doing it anytime. I can’t go to sleep, I can’t eat, I haven’t heard from her in weeks. She should have least called me to check on. I come home from work and I see all her stuff gone. I looked through the entire house to see if she left anything so she can come back. I found her key and a letter stating:

“Honey, This letter is short but it will get the point across. First off, I don’t know what has happened to us. I can’t be in a relationship when I am satisfied but not happy. There is a difference. I honestly think you should look more into those two terms. I am doing fine, I’m staying with one of my friends but I’m thinking about moving back home. Don’t know yet, just taking it into consideration. Hopefully our paths will cross in the future.

Take Care,
T baby”

I jus broke down on my knees and thought that everything I had was gone. TAKE CARE, what the fuck, is she breaking up with me through a fucking letter. I actually had to re-read the letter to get a better understanding of what was going on and the Take Care part said it all. I called her and asked can we talk? She replied with “Sure but it has to be quick” I’m thinking “who in the world is she to be giving me a time limit?”

I arrived at the abbots (ice cream place). She sat in my car and I asked her “where was your car and she said she walked.” With that answer she must be in a short distance from her friend house. I showed her the letter and stated was she serious. Yes was her answer. We got into it for a half hour. Going back in forth; she not pleased/happy, she wasn’t on her “A” game either. She asked me to take her home and I did. I’m in the drive way and NOW IT’S THE PRESENT. “I don’t know why I feel this why. I know I fucked up I admit I fucked but everybody fucked up.” Damn, to leave your man and throw everything away. I drove off and headed straight home.

I have thought about her a lot like a mother missing her child. Speaking of a mother, my mom said I should have called, my mind telling me she should have called. Going to bed without somebody who is usually there every night is very frustrating. I know that nobody can keep her company like I do, make her smile and laugh, and even come out the blue a bar/verse from a top artist and have bar/verse battles by text messaging.

Three months went by and I was leaving the grocery store and seen her pull up with some dude. I’m not the one to hate on the next man “but King Kong don’t have shit on me.” I stopped her and said what hello, letting her know that I was still breathing and doing fine, but as it seems, it seemed that she was doing better. I shook her friend hand and said that his name was Thomas. I asked him how long have ya’ll known each other (cause I damn for sure didn’t want to hear her answer) and he stated 4/5 months. I was just in shocked and thinking to myself “This BITCH, fucking liar ass broad, two time back stabbing whore. Life is a bitch depending on how you dress her. Oh word, that’s what’s up though! I’m looking at her and she is not looking back at me. I kept it moving and told them to good luck for the near future.

Before I got home I stopped at the store and got something to drink because I was going to drink myself to sleep. When I arrived home, I popped opened that patron and went to work. I’m venting and thinking to myself. She had somebody on the side the entire time.
Next day at work I asked for relocation and the only place that was available was Chicago, Ill. I said fuck it and went with it. There was an interview process that had to take place and I followed up on it. I passed the procedure and found out that Chi-town was looking for an employee like me for a minute. Damn, as I pack my clothes and pictures up, all I can do is just reminisce on what I had and what somebody else have instead of me. I just hope I never run into her again because I will have something plan for her and it won’t be nice. Goodbye Maryland.