I wasn’t going to publish this, but I have nothing else to post.
“Come,” they say, “let us get wine, let us fill ourselves of strong drink; and tomorrow will be like this day, great beyond measure.”
—Isaiah 56:12
Everybody has plans until they get hit for the first time.
—Mike Tyson’s original quote, 1987
I didn't have plans,
assumed life just carried on
unchanging at its core. Her
"I
want
out"
paralyzed me, uprooted
me from where I'd planted
myself: in challenging soil,
yet gamely trying. She saw
it similarly, acted where I
could not: shook my dust
from her sandals, moved on.
A younger she healed me or
I healed myself while
healing her, perhaps,
unable to address what
drove her to like me at all.
"Rapacious" said those
gossips around me.
"You lucky bastard"
from some friends.
We parted semi-friends
permitting my truer healing
with my truer partner, this
time with eyes open, no
longer encumbered by
thinking tomorrow mimics
today. No longer presuming
it will last. No longer secure:
I take nothing for granted,
stay present today instead of
presuming tomorrow.
45/100
all the voices in my head 
I’m curious why you weren’t going to publish it? I think it’s an honest look at relationships, how we ignore what’s not working because, as you put it, it’s where we planted ourselves. I’m sure that time in your life was very difficult, but I’m happy you found a new relationship that feels more centered. “truer healing with my truer partner.” That’s really beautiful.