Breakup © Tony Fallon032418

Breakup © Tony Fallon032418

You are gone, gone, gone at last

And I admit that I am not sad

I am so glad that I finally asked

For you have the traits of a cad

For this I have patiently waited

It must have been more than a year

And you have finally vacated

Without as much as one tear

I didn’t want to hurt or even sound blunt

And thinking of your nasty wrath

I waited many months to confront

For fear you’d go on the warpath

I was expecting you to be rude

And was surprised at your sensible reply

In fact you were very subdued

I was expecting a punch in the eye

When you left it was heavily raining

With a forecast of even hail

I could tell your strength was waning

From the pain of your ingrown toenail

I celebrated as you hopped out of sight

I found the note an hour after you’d gone

I was expecting some sort of spite

You stuffed all of my clothes in the John