Memo dated Monday, 9 AM

To whom it may concern

I'm the one who took back my life,

Left the old one here to burn.

I'm sorry for the mess I left,

But it wasn't mine to start;

Perhaps someone else can use the pieces

That you'd stolen from my heart.

I coulda sworn you were my
one

My someone special yet now I
leave you

To start a life ever on the
run

Were your words ever true

Or were you in it for just
the fun

Memo dated Monday, 10 AM

To whom it may concern

I'm the one who set out on
my own

To explore the world with
every turn

Ready to make my life my own

The one in my heart upon the
throne

Now another whisp of wind

Like the love I had for you.

Now another road crossed and
burned

Another step away from you.

Where can I go, where can I
stay?

At every turn another word
that could slay

I wish I could change my
world view.

To one around you never
turned.

Memo dated Monday, six PM

To whom it may concern

I'm finally on my own, away
from Us

That life of yours I couldn't
lead.

And I think as I board the
bus—

A tear falling, a single
bead

Perhaps someone else can use
the pieces

That you'd stolen from my
heart.