Perfect Pitch

You got so loud, so arrogant and then
SILENCE.

How do I feel human after all the streaks of
madness scorching me? Is there such a "normal" now?

First the vague whispers. Then the fading in my life.
Now you leave me without a word.

I left, though. I know that.

I hurt for what seemed like decades but only was
those few days. So it is always, will always be my
fault.

No. NO.

I was curious. I demanded attention. I pressed too hard.

Then the silence. The blocking. The irritation.

I became that to you.

So I left. Walked away. Slammed the door shut.
Locked it. Tossed the key.

I was broken and hurt for millions of seconds. Then..

Peace. Calming.

Today I thought I would say something.
Yet what?

I am a woman. I am emotional. I get hurt. I feel pain.

Yet I don't "feel" that anymore, for you. I am not your
extra. The one you speak only to in the morning. Or even the
random stupid concern.

Best lay that out for those you seek.

I am not one of them. I am just me.

I wasn't good enough or maybe too good for you.
Yet its gone. All over.

I still stand. I still move. I still breathe.

But my thoughts do not ponder over you.

Surprisingly so.

I don't even want to know if you are okay.
I just don't care.

People come into our lives for a reason.
I once was there.

Now.
I am here.

Content with myself and my life.
Thankful for walking away.
Dropping off everything.
Never looking back.

My best step forward.

Your silence was the perfect pitch.
Something even a deaf person can hear.

Thank you.