if i told you of dreams transcribed
spoke of futures hidden behind these lids
acknowledged simple dictation heralding change
would you
know
that this is goodbye
that when i am able
to tell you of plans to leave
it is because they have been made
i will not give
what has not been asked for
thou i would have given you anything.
today i learn
of my undeniable obstinacy
i accept
that i would rather walk away
then disrobe in front of a broken audience
am i harsh
on our inability
to settle for what could be ... the docs orders?
yah
but i will not hold you to expectations
that i cannot reach
while i grasp white knuckled, to my belt loops
to scared to extend even my hand, much less my soul
i will respect your white knuckles
and just know
that if either of us
believed
in ourselves,
as much as we believed in each other
we would find happiness in ...this sun rise
….holding hands.
and not be here, watching the sun set
white knuckled
not saying anything but
goodbye
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