Leave

Once upon a time – not too long ago –
I thought the world of you because you told me so.
Now, I’m not the same young mind, and your word is not the law.
Conversations are confrontations – you just don’t know it all.
We used to talk for hours. Now I’m finding it hard to speak.
I think maybe you should leave.

We had the grandest of plans to spend the rest of our lives.
But, you had your diversions, so I’ve come up with mine.
We used to be so close. Now I’m finding it hard to breathe.
I think maybe you should leave.

I’ve stopped keeping score.
It doesn’t mean much anymore.

I hate to think it’s over, but I’m finding it hard to grieve.
I think maybe you should leave.