All I Really Have to Say

We never carved our names
into wood or stone or sand,
but we left our marks.

We live, we learn, we ....

We were.
I changed.

I just couldn't keep living under your thumb.
But I'm glad we spared the bark on the trees,
and kept the rocks from eroding,
and left the sand to the shells,
because I don't like to hurt things that comfort me.


I was told that love was a choice.
I thought it was something that you only chose once.
But I misunderstood.
It's something you choose every day.


After a while I just wasn't choosing you anymore.
And if it's selfish to choose myself,
then it's between me and God,
and you can stop being angry about it.