I Release Us

Sometimes you have to say:

I don’t know you anymore,

And I don’t want to get to know you any longer.

We have reached the end of the road

And once it was good—

Was it ever really good?—

But now it is torn in places we can both see.

And we are each torn in places the other cannot see

And for that reason we must stop looking.

Wherever I look I will not find you.

I release you, I release myself, I release us,

Whatever us was,

The blind platonic love of it all.

We were meant to live on the same road,

But we weren’t meant to pave one together,

And that is okay.

I will pave my own,

But I hope you find peace with yours.

I will allow good wishes in lieu of goodbye embraces—

The door is closed enough for us to not touch

But a crack allows parting and passing words.

Neither of them I need, now.

But I will always leave room for potential goodness.