I’ve held out hope
to have that conversation
but another part
insists we’ve already had it
a thousand times before
It starts out civil
explaining our feelings
But then it turns
to the Blame-and-Shame game
every struggle we had was my fault
you refuse to take any
personal responsibility
a complete lack of self-awareness
The memories are forever
seared into my heart
© 2021 Jason A. Muckley
Read yesterday’s poem, “Unfinished Conversations,” a predecessor to this poem.
The Reluctant Poet 
Yes, till you hit the thousand and one, and it’s the absolute final one.
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