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Thanks for Everything
I am going some place to shake hands with another person
who understands that the most important part of leaving
is staying gone.
To whom it may concern:
Every day you stay digs your grave a little deeper and one day his bed and your casket are going to become the same thing. Leave. I threw away every note of yours without rereading a single one and I think your body understands how that feels. You were 15 years too late to take back the reason why I’ll never believe anyone will ever want me and I hope for their sake, those little girls never know I exist. Buy a house on the water and put your feet in the sand every morning and don’t cry. Turn this place into a home again and make sure to pull the weeds over my rabbit’s grave. Name your daughter after me. I hope next fall is the last chance this town has to let you down. I loved you, and I think you knew that. Stop calling. And for the love of god, finish the book before you watch the movie.
In a few weeks I will have sold everything I once owned and when the last car pulls out of my driveway I will lock up
and hang this letter on the door
and I will title it “Thanks for Everything”
and I will mean it.
And though I might look back on my empty street and blink through tears
I will never, ever turn around.
who understands that the most important part of leaving
is staying gone.
To whom it may concern:
Every day you stay digs your grave a little deeper and one day his bed and your casket are going to become the same thing. Leave. I threw away every note of yours without rereading a single one and I think your body understands how that feels. You were 15 years too late to take back the reason why I’ll never believe anyone will ever want me and I hope for their sake, those little girls never know I exist. Buy a house on the water and put your feet in the sand every morning and don’t cry. Turn this place into a home again and make sure to pull the weeds over my rabbit’s grave. Name your daughter after me. I hope next fall is the last chance this town has to let you down. I loved you, and I think you knew that. Stop calling. And for the love of god, finish the book before you watch the movie.
In a few weeks I will have sold everything I once owned and when the last car pulls out of my driveway I will lock up
and hang this letter on the door
and I will title it “Thanks for Everything”
and I will mean it.
And though I might look back on my empty street and blink through tears
I will never, ever turn around.
Published 9th Apr 2013
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