June 8, 2022, was the day our son was conceived
One year later, you tell me you don't love me and I need to leave
June 8, 2022, we had a grand old time
One year later, the relationship flat lines
June 8, 2022, we literally became one
One year later, we are officially done
June 8, 2022, you couldn't wait to put me to bed.
One year later, you wished you would have pulled out instead
June 8, 2022, I had no idea what would happen in 365 days
One year later, it finally hits me that you will never change your ways
June 8, 2023, I knew what would inevitably happen, but I was in denial
I thought that it was just another test and trial
Reality had slapped me in the face, and I could no longer deny it
I had to stop putting a puzzle piece in a place that did not fit
June 8, 2023 will always be a day of remembrance
That night, I realized you were nothing more than a hindrance
God had to stop me from trying to revive, what was no longer alive
It was the only way that I was going to stop just living and thrive
You were killing me softly, shout out to Lauren Hill and Roberta Flack
That why I had to run away and never ever come back
