Let It Die Hungry

I kept setting one more place For things that should've left. Old fights, old names, old reasons I was tired of feeding yet. I'd pour another cup for anger, Pull a chair out for regret, Give a whole damn night to something That hadn't happened yet. I'd serve an old conversation Like it might taste different cold. Funny what keeps showing up When you keep feeding what is old. Don't set the table. Don't pour the wine. If it can't live without you— Let it die hungry this time. I don't need the last word anymore. Hell, half the time I was wrong. Some people leave and do you a favor— Takes a while to catch on. I quit checking if they miss me. Quit rehearsing what I'd say. Nothing starves an old obsession Like refusing it today. Don't set the table. Don't pour the wine. If it can't live without you— Let it die hungry this time. Let the phone stay quiet. Let the door stay shut. Let somebody misunderstand you. Maybe that's enough. No closing argument. No perfect goodbye. Some things don't need killing— Just quit keeping them alive. Don't set the table. Don't pour the wine. If it can't live without you— Let it die hungry this time. No plate. No chair. No second helping. Let it die hungry.