The end of us

Remember the day that they pulled me from school when I was standing outside of your classroom;
Tears stinging my eyes as you looked down at me in such anger, hurt and confusion?
I never told you this but when I said goodbye and watched as you headed back inside to tend to
your class,
I’d started to walk away only to turn back and stand in front of your door for another minute or so;
Waiting for you to look my way so I could give the signature one three four sign,
One last time.
But when you didn’t pause I made my way back to the office;
Ignoring the stinging inside my chest.
It wasn’t until the morning after they’d told me I wasn’t allowed to go back to that school that
The crushing ache of knowing I’d lost you hit me;
And my chest felt like it was filled with cement.
I couldn’t think about you without crying because I never wanted your last memory of me to be the girl
Standing in that hallway with you;
The girl who had been so angry and hurt at the betrayal of her lover.
But looking back on it now I realized that even though that day wasn’t the end for you and I;
It still ended up with me feeling the same exact way-
Angry, hurt, and betrayed.
It hits hard too-
To know that somehow that was the only way it was ever going to end for us.