That night

Three long hours I waited that night,
the station was empty, not a train in sight.
There was no turning back we had said our goodbyes,
By now you’d be with her, weakly covering your lies.

It was eerily quiet on the way home that night,
it was as if everyone around felt equally up tight.
Feelings of guilt, pain and humiliation played on my mind,
if you could let me go it would actually be kind.

It poured with rain on the walk home that night,
all the way from the station, my phone the only light.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry by now,
I had managed to keep my cool with you and I didn’t know how.

Absolute rage is what I felt for you that night,
I was seconds away from calling her simply out of spite.
I held it together, how dare you break two hearts,
instead I sacrificed my own – I needed to restart.

In the morning I retraced my thoughts from that night,
how this love for you was wrong but it felt so right.
I needed to remain strong and delete you from my life,
Remembering the broken promises, I cut you off with a knife.