Weed Wacking

I hung up
the phone
crying.
Jesus...Really?
We both decided
we were done.
I knew it.
You knew it.
We respect
and care for each
other .
We just want
different
things.
Finding the right
connection is
so hard.
You called me
back quickly.
Please do
not cry,
you said.
I am fine
I just realized
I am really
good at starting
things and I
suck at ending
them.
We both laugh.
That was it.
I cried myself
asleep.
Not because
I was in love
with you.
But the thought
of it being in
love again made
me ache.
Waking up this
morning I moved
on.
Got my list
out and was on the
move.
Mowing the grass.
Then out came the
weed wacker.
The safety goggles.
(No wonder i am single)
Off I went
cutting down tall
grass, cleaning.
removing old
dead weeds and
really getting down
and dirty.
As I took my goggles
off  a sweet
breeze came up
and gently kissed
my face.
Now that its
all clean its
simple for
me to see.
You were not
for me.
Once you clean
out all those
weeds and the tall
grass, what is
left is simple.
Simply start
again.