I’m afraid I have to
let you go,
I’ve wanted to for a long while now,
yet always, I felt I could,
I might change you.
I was a fool
well, you already know
I just wish I had allowed you to tell me
long before I ever decided to figure this out.
I know in the morning I will cry,
we always seem to find tears when we decide
we are no longer going to feel pain.
That irony of not feeling when we cannot breathe.
I need to let you go,
I need –
if there might be some other way to say,
I just don’t love you anymore.
I don’t know if I ever did, I tried to think so,
imagine how hard I did try,
there were so many occasions,
yet now today it couldn’t seem more clear …
the long and enduring epitaph of a very selfish man
O I do not mean to confuse my endearment …