I would like to let you go
on to a better life
and better places
where you might find
more warmth and less thunder
but it’s too painful for me
to admit that I failed
and could not keep
my end of the bargain
despite all of my trying
and my efforts
to refute contempt
and resentment
but when is enough enough
and the indifference of staying
worse than the guilt of saying goodbye
the retaining of problems
and the weariness of their presence
less than better starting again elsewhere
I don’t know
You might know
but you say nothing
except I hear it in your voice
and see it when you look at me
in the distance in your eyes
But staying the same
is not a good option
at all