So long ,lover.


I have known that you have been sad for a while now. My lady you  have done a good job at hiding it. I could almost tell that you did not want me anymore .You have been walking towards the door the whole time. I guess that is why every time we talked, you thought I was shouting at you,you said you couldn't hear me and it hurt very much when you said we were not connecting any more .I hear your stifled cries at night .You always mask it with something else that's going on .Having been your friend all this long I know when you're deflecting .I know you have been dying and I know you have stopped fighting .I knew from the day you stopped calling me out on my mistakes. I knew from the moment you just gave a sigh after a conversation instead of actually talking like you've always done. I knew when even I could not cheer you up again when you had a bad day .I have known for a while now .I have known from the day you picked going to hang  with the strangers over our dinner dates,when you chose to find every possible reason to spend almost zero time together. I have heard the whispers in my ears,I have seen you hesitant to kiss me, embrace and contact makes you shudder. I do not mean in an orgasmic way ,but like someone  bearing through something painful. I know you have fallen out of  love with  me .


Dearest mine ,I am  setting you free .Let me be the one to break it up so you won't have to make any excuses .I do not want you to start finding faults where non exist. You are not allowed to dig up the ashes .You are not allowed to make comparisons with faces from the past. My dear,do not seek comfort in hands that are not mine .I set you free. We do not have to try so hard to find a setup that makes one of us a winner and the other a loser. We both know that there is no winner in this game for two .Everyone comes out  the other end just as scarred and broken ,even if they are the one that got away.

I want us to part ways with one thing in common, our love was true but has now become a lie. Nothing wrong has happened but something doesn't feel right either. There is no need for you to keep on living like this. I choose to spare you the regret of a life half-lived and myself a love unrequited I do not know what you need right now and we can figure out together or apart .I'm guessing it's the latter because why else would we be having this conversation.

I do not offer you my friendship after today. I am not a sworn enemy either. Time made us strangers. I still leave  upon it to decide what happens if our paths cross again. Time is  the master of all betrayal, the master healer and shaper of destiny. I am leaving too much to chance. Blame the poetry I ready for that. For one last time ,allow me to be enchanted by you ,to tell you I love you ,one last time .Goodbye.


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