I keep imagining you wanting me back.
I keep imagining you making a grand gesture.
Doing something you never did when we were together.
All for just a second chance.
Then I remember you won’t do that.
You never loved me in the first place, so it’s like you’ve lost nothing.
You won’t try to get me back.
You don’t miss me.
I want it to end like a RomCom.
I want us to be the true ending.
But I know we won’t be.
But I can’t stop directing our RomCom in my head.
Writing the screenplay for our second act.
Anticipating the sequel.
But there’s no release date.
Poetry
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I love that you brought up how picture-perfect romantic comedies make life feel like it needs to happen a certain way. Most of the time we don’t get satisfying endings, and when our pasts come back with flowers it is for their own benefit not yours. Your poem is great for putting that feeling of being owed relief from our pain to paper.