a poem by Bradley Alcime

Before you go out the door
I just want to let you know
What we had
What we shared was precious
At least to me as it had seemed
I just want to let you know
When you’re, than out, out the door
Out my life that is
And in the process of your loneliness
And you want to cry CRY!!!
Or your state of happiness
And you want to shout, do so freely
But meanwhile try not to think of me
Try not to let the good we had
Soothed your internal pains
Forget the bad times
And the silly arguments
Let them not ruin your pleasurable moments
For those memories
Won’t be a burden to me.