I try to convince myself
that someone new
will come along
and love you lighter
than I did
maybe leave a bruise
instead of a
broken rib cage,
while I was a punch to the chest
that knocked the certainty
out of you
maybe
what you needed
was a softer blow —
a whole lot less
to commit to than
consistent zeal and
an ever wandering soul,
a weight off of your chest
instead of a heavy head
making a home of it