I looked at the words as they came
Praying only for something not there
The result left me weak as I read
Yet how could I expect something unfair.
I knew how it would all come to pass
Having felt if for so long it was real
Even yet as I read I had to take a pause
For I knew it would be even harder to feel.
There is was in plain black and white
Those dreaded of words that leave one dry
“It is what it is” seems to echo again
Yet there seems to be no reason left to cry.
With all being said and nothing left of love
When there is no expectation that there is more
Time to admit it is not something they still wanted
And just quietly turn, one last look, close the door.