Confessionals

I.
 
Dear Friend, I think,
We were thick as thieves from the playground to the last kiss of adolescence.  
Where have you gone lately?
I can see your happy, but you never tell me.
Do we still think about each other?
friend, I think not.
 
II.
 
I'm never coming home, not all of me.
I don't really care if I never see your children again.
You like to use that as an excuse to bother me.
Understand that I understand you want a normal family.  
I do, too.  
 
III.
 
You were the world to me.
Was I ever the same?
I hung on to you even after it was over.
I now realize you are the absolute worst.
Pretentious homebody, a narcissist in love with her intellect.
You never gave me a choice.
I left without a word when I learned her name.
My leftover feelings would be my funeral.