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