When you said, Michigan
\nIt was all I could do, not to change my mind.<\/p>\n
About us<\/p>\n
I mean, Michigan? Much as I wanted to say, “No, don’t go. I’ve changed my mind.” I watched you pack your mom’s pickup with what was yours. I knew, though, as much as I hate to admit it Some months later, your mom came by to pick up the rest of your belongings As the pickup rattled away an hour or so later You were gone. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When you said, Michigan It was all I could do, not to change my mind. About us I mean, Michigan? Really? With him? Much as I wanted to say, “No, don’t go. I’ve changed my mind.” I knew it was too late for that Much…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":228,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11066","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11066","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/228"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11066"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11066\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11200,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11066\/revisions\/11200"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11066"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11066"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11066"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nReally?
\nWith him<\/em>?<\/p>\n
\nI knew it was too late for that
\nMuch too late<\/p>\n
\nSome things that weren’t.
\nI didn’t care
\nWhat I really wanted, was moving to Michigan<\/p>\n
\nMoving away was the best thing you could have done<\/p>\n
\nI helped with the heavier things
\nMade small talk in earnest, albeit sparingly<\/p>\n
\nIt was then that it hit me<\/p>\n
\nI missed you.
\nAnd even though I hated the things you did
\nI loved you all the same<\/p>\n