Farewell

I am not old, I am not new.

I am a coward splashing in cold stew.

I cannot stand the strain and the unease

of you.

It’s almost gone, it’s almost dew.

I ran away from how badly you tried

convincing me that it was you.

I do not buy

We did not close

I’ve got no claim,

I see no future, yet

I mourn the honesty in between the front of what you thought you should be

I even tried

I even wanted to be

lied and bewitched

caught and cherished

I hope I was wrong. I wish you well. I wish you joy.

it broke the spell.