His Only Offense

heartache

He never did cheat,
He never did lie.
His biggest offense was not loving me.

He stayed on the ground
When I chose to fly.
His biggest offense was not loving me.

He cared a whole lot,
But like me, did not.
His biggest offense was not loving me.

When I spread my wings,
He spoke all kind things.
His biggest offense was not loving me.

I cannot be mad,
I needn’t be sad.
His only offense was not loving me.

He wasn’t the first,
And won’t be the last,
Of men whose offense is not loving me.

© Rebecca M. Loomis, 2016


About this poem: Last night a good friend and I looked through some old pictures on my Facebook, and we came across some of me in my last relationship. It stirred this poem, in which I try to capture the interesting way in which we broke things off. There was never some huge fall out, he simply wasn’t crazy about me, and like my Dad told me when I needed most to hear it, “the man you marry will be crazy about you.” Surprisingly, that fact hurt more than any, so I said goodbye, and took flight.