The Good Girl

I was the good girl,
I carried my load
and I walked along rough roads
to come to your door.
I waited for you when
you were lost in the shadows
“finding yourself”
or so you would say.

I was the good girl
who cooked and sat up late
while you built your career
and I hovered in mine.
And I let you take me
how you wanted to take me –
“good girl” you’d gasp
as I swallowed my shame.

And now you repay me
with this lawyer’s letter
and a texted apology –
“it was not meant to be.”