Forward
It’s time to move on;
I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine.
We’ve been spending way too long
just picking up the pieces,
to make them all fit.
Now, we don’t have time
and I’m just too exhausted
to continue to try.
You win some, you lose some–
though this is nothing but a wash,
as we both walk away broken
but still better off.
(2013)
