ANA FITHÉO

I tried

April 2017

I tried to make it work
I don't know why I never asked
what was wrong.
I assumed it was just your job
And that if it was anything between us, you would have told me
Before it got to where it did.
You took out your frustration about me
On me
Instead of to me
And never gave me a chance to address any of it
Before you up and left that day
Two years, over in under an hour
One sunny afternoon
While i sat on the roof trying to move forward with my life
Three days before i decided we needed a break
Three days later it was over