Fodder

No apology needed
I'm heading for the door
Not coming back to settle the score
You made up your mind
And it's typical too
You did what you needed
You only thought about you

I'm knocked out
Dragged down
Molasses you

I'm too tired
Support your weight
Your baggage-- too much.

Too heavy for me
A burden too great
Your silence is deafening
It's grip I escaped
So here I am
Missing you from time to time
But only to breath deeper
Fodder for another rhyme.