I was gentle,

I was kind

I was honest,

I bore in mind,

Your feelings

When I spoke.

 

I resolved to fight,

For the remnants,

Of our friendship.

 

I gave space to breathe,

And breathed myself.

Kept my distance.

Tried to help.

 

But you want to talk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now I’m left defending,

The decision that I made,

As I’ve done before,

As I’ll do again.

 

And moving on,

Is hard to do,

With one foot desperately longing,

For the other foot to move.

 

Sure it must seem cold,

Like we never seemed to matter.

But we did,

And we do.

Just not the way

you want us to.

 

I know you want to talk.

 

And I know you think this helps,

 

But, and I’m sorry.

 

I don’t want to.