I leave you.
I still have feelings for you.
In my doorways hoping for you to come knocking.
I shall let my soul absorb this new found freedom.
On the outside I may look like I am mourning.
But I promise you that inside I am having a party.
I will admit this.
And that is my heart’s crying for you
I tell myself that you were not good for me.
At the same time my heart is making my dreams of you turn sour.
Like milk that has sat out in the hot Arizona summer sun.
Now I shall not shed a single tear for you.
But I will shed a tear for the next person who has to call you Husband.