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i’m really going this time i pack my bags say i’m really going this time you throw my bags scream at me to leave before you get more violent and you mean it this time i’m sitting in my car outside the hotel see you at the window holding the drapes back why do i have to think that means you care? why do i come back, asking you if you realize what you’ve done to me, if you realize what you’re about to lose. i’ll bet you think you’ll call me once and everything will be forgotten. other times, yes, i’ve forgiven you. i’ve come back. but i can’t take being thrown to the ground, strangled. when i realize what i lost that night, i’m scared. but i have to remember that you lost more. you lost me. i’m really going this time, and you won’t see me again. carry this with you, always. this pain, like the pain you’ve given me. you won’t see me. carry this. Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.