Exit lines for an ex

The clouds won’t lift
not as forecasted:
shadows show no shift
theories get blasted

nothing is fact –
I tell you that.
And if we must split,
so be it.

You have something to say?
you won’t have it said
you hung around
till the last man was dead;
that you hit the ground

running, running so fast
you went the wrong way –
ended up in my past –
what you hoped was tomorrow
was only yesterday

repeated and repeated,
the number of men dead,
the hard luck stories
of the cheated and defeated.
You have something to say?