Bittersweet Distance

With every word spoken,

Every word gone unsaid-

The space between us grows,

Thickens, warps, changes us.

Borne out of necessity,

An unrelenting need

Of self-preservation-

'Tis time for growth.

Change is afoot,

Ever present in the air

Of the distance between us

And unspoken words.

I know now what I need,

That this distance is necessary-

But oh, how it hurts,

Seeing how our words are now.

But 'tis time to allow for

This growing distance between us,

For I must put myself first,

And accept we're all adults.

We make our own choices,

And I cannot influence yours.

If I cannot abide by what you do,

Then I must allow this growing distance.

Allow the pain, the grief of what was-

To wash over me, to bathe me

In its what ifs, fears, memories, anxieties

Only to be dried away on a gentle wind.

'Tis time to allow for the

Possibilities of the future-

A future that, perhaps,

No longer involves my past.

I must stand up for myself,

Tie up loose ends, deny censorship,

Borne from the fear of hurting others-

Time to start speaking my truth.

Time to stop wishing and hoping

On a long dead star-

Time to start living, without

The haunting ghosts of my past.

So with this, I allow

Possibilities abound!

And with this I allow

The possibilities of endings.

Bittersweet goodbyes,

Murmured through the breeze,

Whispering it's farewells

Into the forevermore.