The Sign Off

Dear You,

I have been meaning to tell you. I have been meaning to say that my heart has fallen prey to the hunt that was unintended, a beginning that could not be mended...

Your resolve that can't be bended.

I have been meaning to tell you, that when we laugh and share and stay, my only question is "why can't you find your way?"

Why won't you know that it was not my intention to lead you on because you lead me

and behind you, I chose to weigh?

I have been meaning to tell you of the infinitely many times that I have decided to walk away.

Of the nights that I look at you and my heart won't let me be okay.

That for years I've had my share of romantic foreplay, and with you, I have mastered the play.

A play that leaves me astray.

A strategy that allows me to define "come what may".

It did not come, and today, what "may" has become "what may not" but hey,

We're okay.

I'm sorry that I didn't get to say.

Maybe tomorrow but definitely not today.

I love you,  and I'm sorry that you probably do, too.

But our differently executed love failed to pull through.

They were not in the same way that most lovers' love do.

I love you.

I'm sorry for not telling you,

For now, Merry Christmas and a Happy New You.

Me