Richard W. Reith
You deleted him, yet he wasn’t there
He never was, he never cared.
You gave yourself, you gave your heart,
He’d take what he could, then depart.
You cannot lose what you never had
You cannot buy what’s not for sale
You cannot grieve a ghost you knew
Who’s heart wouldn’t register on a scale
You are better by far than he who left
Who used a heart like a child’s toy
Who came to you with a shallow heart
and used solemn words as loves decoy
So stand up tall, you really won
You deserve to be understood
And you learned that you judge a relationship
only by whether its fruit is good.
©Copyright June 3, 2007 by Richard W. Reith
A response to the poem, “Umpteenth Deletion” - ©Copyright June 3, 2007 by Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame