
I count down reasons, but they don’t speak in your favor.
I might regret writing these lines twenty years later.
I wish there was a spark, I wish there was some longing,
But you will be out of my mind when I awake in the morning.
There is not enough strength in me to say I am sorry,
And I am glad you found your own way to adore me,
But I must close the door, I must leave you here alone
Because I will never crave you,
Will not build you a home.
-Jackie