By Jennifer Rutherford
Date: 1 June 1998

the letter

So I finally cut you off
wrote the breakup letter
that everyone but me 
is so proud of:

my last-ditch attempt
at getting a response

saying everything choked up
that I knew I couldn't say
for the first and only time
giving up

pleading for a response
"if I'm wrong, please talk"

I wasn't expecting a response,
I really wasn't,
if I thought I'd hear from you again
I wouldn't have sent it

I told everyone that, 
that "oh sure,
I'll never hear from him again"

I was ready,
I was prepared,
I was resigned,
I was strong.

Yet I still hid 
the day he got it

Yet I still checked
the phone for messages

Yet I still received 
no response.

Just what I expected,
right?

So why am I so damned angry?