Redemption

She use to feel anger, and sadness.
A little bit of disappointment within herself.
But now she feels nothing.
She can’t feel the anger she once felt when you slammed the door in her face.
She can’t feel the sadness and regret she felt when she made love to you, and you had sex with her.
You stole away her feelings.
She no longer desires any sort of touch from you.
She requires NO touch from anyone.
You use to make it hard for her to walk; stand on her own two feet.
You used to make her wish that the last breath she took better be with you by her side.
You can tell her garbage you’ve been telling her; she’s not going to buy it.
You can hold her hand, call her beautiful, and look her straight in the eyes:
“…of course I missed you, why wouldn’t I?”
She’s gone.