Even You

goodbye.
one word, so many meanings.
i won't see you. or listen to you.
i'm walking away,
slowly,
not breathing
for fear i'll break my concentration
and i'll slip back to your control,
even if only in my head.
why is this so hard?
so final?
so scary...
i haven't been in the same room with you for decades,
but my mind still traces the outline
of who i thought you were
back then...
corpus delecti,
body of the crime.
because there was a crime
committed
back then -
abuse
and a crime being committed
now -
blind allegiance.
you hurt me, i should hurt myself.
you hurt me, it was my fault,
not yours.
you hurt me, i deserved it.
i can't live like this,
so it's
time
to say goodbye for good.
my good.
not skulk out or
slip away when
no one is looking
but say loudly, with
witnesses
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
this is your eviction notice, preacher.
i'm changing the locks.
everything you thought
you still owned has been
repossessed,
returned to the rightful owner, so
you have nothing left here.
nothing belongs to you
now.
it never did.
i just didn't understand it
then.
goodbye, preacher.
rest carefully.
judgment day
is coming
for everyone...

even you.