The Push

How far did you predict that I might go
Was all the way not quite what you’d expect
Suppose that I just wanted you to know
Perspective gave me back my self respect
I know you wouldn’t wish me fallen flat
I seem to have averted my disgrace
And publicly we’ve had no tit for tat
Surprisingly no sign of losing face
So far away the best I’ve ever been
The push a precious gift I must give thanks
The myriad of places I have seen
I’m in the flow but you’re still on the banks
I left you and I’m never coming back
I won’t be missed for I was what you lack

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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