Fare Thee Well

Fare Thee Well

The more about you I think
deeper into a nostalgia I sink
for a future that’ll never be.
The odds’re plain for all to see.
And, barring that, I guess I know
eventual differences will show
and you’d likeliest just leave.
Myself I could maybe so bereave,
but cannot do so to my girls.
So around heart my mind whirls.
Arguments with myself I lost
are those weighing gain and cost...
no real risk can I nor we afford.
I know you my ideals have bored;
you don’t respond, can’t, to appeal;
and only God knows what you feel.
So all or nothing... pretty please:
Love’ll survive all but the tease...
and we are beyond all games.
Despite your many old names
I feel I know you, and you, me.
Certainly you must see
I need some real answer.
I’m not a personality dancer;
I have family obligations;
and I abhor palpitations.
Even hope is not blind,
and faith does not abuse mind.
I forgive myself as well as you
that more we never yet knew...
and that perhaps fond goodbye
is better than forcing to try
find what’s too hard to give.
So allowing us both to live
as we are: Goodbye(,) love.

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