Adieu

And I had to agree   at the end of the day

that the world was different   between you and I;

that we would part company   each to go our own way.

With bitterness yielding,   I envisioned a path,

a door to the future,    with no encumbrance 

of you or our past,   free at last.

I denied my own truth   for so many years,

thinking of duty,   afraid you would leave,

hiding my longings,   swallowing tears.

But now the door opens   thanks to your drive

to have a new life,   to feel you're alive.

"I'm just too young    to be stuck in this rut."

So I'll call you a saviour   instead of a slut.

You're free,   now go.

Be well my friend,  may we never meet again.