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.