I might as well have sent you a loaded gun,
with a note that read: Go ahead.
Look in the mirror and pull the trigger.
I know the thought has crossed your mind.
If only you could know me as I am now,
a woman humbled by bad decisions and worse men.
If we’d only said what needed to be said, nothing more,
I wonder what the outcome would be.
That poem I wrote to hurt you so many years ago
revealed more about the poet
-the person I used to be-
than it did about the boy who wronged her.
Time and distance have shattered the illusion
that the person I was, is all I’ll ever be.
Thank God, thank the universe, there’s hope for us both!
The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
©Katie Thompson, 2016
