Trying to Let Go of You!

Mine doesn’t count for the contest but this is my submission for “A Rebel’s Prompt: Letting Go.”

Just one text from you
and I’m back to the puddles again.
The despair of guessing your inner heart.
Because that’s all it is …guessing.
You never say anything emotional.
You flick them off your shoulder like the men you kill in the fields.
You’re a soldier, a fighter, not a Cryer.
You don’t share and you appear not to care…