I’m Done

I’m done.

And I really mean it this time.

I’m done forever.

I don’t hate you

But I don’t love you either.

I’m furious with you

Don’t write some poem

Asking why.

I’m sick of you

Everything about you.

I’m not asking you to change.

All I’m asking

Is to let me let you go.

Don’t talk to me.

Don’t even try.

I won’t talk back.

Not even a short hello.

And you’re not welcome

At my home.

So this summer

Stay in Minnesota.

There’s no coming to my house.

There’s no going to Chicago.

There’s no going to see Wicked.

All that’s left

Is me

Being done with

You.