Farewell, Friend
No longer feeling what you feel
or seeing it all your way.
your ideas not anymore
my ideas,
I stand here alone,
face that door,
sense the shift,
the welcome parting,
my necessary pardoning
of your misdemeanors,
old hurts held close
before
not to hurt me anymore
your seeds of wisdom
now grown to weeds
I’ll take myself only
to where my heart leads.
© Imbler, 2015
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