I expected you to love me,
as I loved you,
And, to be honest,
A little more.
I expected you to be like me.
To love, and give, and be.
But like you,
You stayed.
Stuck in your ways.
So I stopped expecting.
Knowing it mattered to no one.
Expecting something brought disappointment.
Now I expect none.
I stopped expecting
A reaction that would be
Closer to a truth that only I could see.
In letting go
If all that I expect,
I see,
You can no longer disappoint me.
As it was,
You never tried to disappoint,
You were just you.
Perhaps, expecting, too.
