the miracle worker

Take him off your lists, lock the door, stop looking through the windows, it is no more. You never responded, that's just what he wanted, you came off as fickle, now everything from you seems pre-meditated. He moved on a long time ago, his friends rubberneck to see how you've "grown," you're better than this, you deserve more, stop peering through the window, cultivate your own, tend your garden, keep your flame, say your own name instead, your head can be a thing of beauty, a place you like to dwell, instead of a waiting room for vindication.