Tuesday, September 6, 2011

To the boy I used to believe in

You have finally chosen a life
Which allows me
To fall out of love with you.

Thank you,
It is a needed centripetal force,
I could never have overcome
Myself.

My fingers used to ache
Within the memory
Of your locks.
The likes of which
I am now free.

I wish you a smile,
Clarity,
And an avoidance of the judgement
I cannot offer
Myself.

Before you leave
Into the forever of my hindsight
Please know:
I did love you.
Your goals were attainable.
And the two were never
Mutually exclusive.
Hard as you tried
To make them so.