where were we when things fell apart?

i missed it, i guess, the moment
that we went from we to
what we used to be

whatever it is you need
i can’t give it to you
and i have never been
more sorry, i’ve never
wanted more to be
someone different, and better

i know us and know
an ultimatum is coming
i just don’t know from
which one of us and
i think it’s 50/50
we will break each other
just like we always do

i’ll be sitting somewhere
crying while you pack
boxes and run back and
forth to your car, loading
up your life here and
getting ready to leave

i don’t even feel surprised
anymore, just resigned
that it is what it is, and
you’re breaking my heart
again

Today’s poetry prompt words were: ultimatum, where were we, and boxes.

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