I miss him.
I hate him.
This is why it had to end.
He invaded my mind, my soul,
My definition of who I am and where I stumble.

Sure I cried.
If phone bills were paid in tears...
If tears were the antidote for a broken heart...
I wonder if he thinks of me,
Lying next to his new bride
In the late morning.

Friday night's accidents
The start to his Saturday.

I wonder.