I tried to walk away
without
burning down the past
but I kept looking back
and seeing it not as it was
but as I thought it was.
I no longer
pretend I don’t notice
your indifference
to setting a match to me
and walking away
as I go down
in flames.
So I light my own match
and toss it behind me
knowing that your indifference
is so vast
you won’t feel
a thing.
John Tustin has had poetry appear in many disparate literary journals in the past ten years. You can find links to his published work on fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry
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