Last Ditch

over there is the last ditch
there are barbed wire fences
over there are the greener
pastures
you may jump as you wish
you may leave me if you
finally decide that
things end
like normal stories
that there are endings
to our expectations
you may pack and take the best
and leave the worse for me
but for one thing
sign this pact
that when you have finally done
and fulfilled your wishes
you must not come back
and beg
for my acceptance
the second time around
i warn you
is lovelier
but do not expect that
after i have cried
a river
that i will be the same again
nope.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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