If you walk out, don’t come back.
Don’t come back with an apology and roses.
Don’t come back with pity and regret,
And the desire to clear your conscience.
Don’t come back to fix broken memories
With words that inflict more damage
To a raw wound.
Because I plan to wait for the wound
To grow into a scar,
A tattoo to mark a new beginning.
Because leaving was your choice,
But healing was mine.