Out

Embarrassed, 
That after all this time
I still think about it.
Knowing,
That I've combed through these thoughts 
1,000 times over.
Never able to dig deep enough 
to conjure  up the words 
to describe the 
Depth 
Of the betrayal that was evident 
When I laid all I had at your feet
In exchange 
For only apathy and 
Duplicity.
Played the game so professionally,
You even had Ruth beat.

There are days 
When I remember 
Only the ride
Those are the days I miss you.
There are days 
When I remember 
Only the crash
Those are the days 
I hate you.
But on the days,
When I remember 
That you are 
Still out on the open road,
Driving your same, cold streets

Those are the days that I am 
Grateful,
I got out.