C-Ya!

Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.

Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?

You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!

You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!

C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (3)

interesting warning for whom
I dig this poem. It's direct. Has such a nice tone....
nice warnings.. nice poem