Excommunication

I'm falling
apart.
I'm losing
myself.
You throw
me away,
like you
never
wanted me
in the first place.
When he
said
Get out,
I looked to you
for help.
But your
eyes,
refused to
meet mine,
and so,
I held in
the tears,
made my
jaw of iron,
vowed to NO
longer cry,
over you.
Family,
is ever fleeting
it seems.
Changeable,
easy to throw
away.
So fine,
consider
this,
our excommunication.
And we'll
be as the
Catholic Church,
and ne'er
speak again.
Ali