The Sendoff

It started as a poem, to the tune of NeYo's "Do U."

For some reason, I was glad for the missed moments. The time apart made me understand why it was never to be. And she moved on, which I was sort of glad to see.

First off, let me say congratulations
Heard you and ol boy had got it back
Sounds like you have got yourself together
And your life is finally on track.

Then I thought a letter would be the more appropriate route. For some reason, I kept coming back to that damn song.

I don't wonder
If you ever
Think of me
Cause I know
You do.

I couldn't wrap my head around sending it. Did I sound like I was full of myself? I didn't want to be like that. But I did want to get my point across: Over means just that, but sometimes it feels like the line gets blurred. And you've got a man. Who am I to make you — and hell, myself — uneasy about that?

I poured out all my emotions, and put the poem in the mail.

Now I'm waiting for the answer. "Nothing" will be the best response.