A Reluctant Farewell

I'm somewhere between the table and the door,
Somewhere between "let's do this" and "what for?"
And it's not because I do not believe.
I'm an outsider now; I need to leave;
The sun waits for me beyond the gray.
The road calls; I must be on my way.

I'm somewhere between this window and the wind,
Somewhere between what ends and what begins.
I know I've tried; I've prayed; I've sung along.
But things just aren't the same; I don't belong
In this session of diminishment,
In this season of my discontent.

And I'm not seeking grandiosity;
You know that was never my intent.
But I must be where I am free to be
Someone I need not misrepresent.

I'm somewhere between a greeting and goodbye,
Somewhere between "no more" and "one more try."
But this time I've run out of humble pie,
And your loud silence has become a lie.
No explanation, nothing at all;
Cold detachment; a tall, silent wall.

So I'm somewhere between the table and the door,
Somewhere between "let's do this" and "what for?"

I could choose to acquiesce tacitly;
Cast my pearls before swine till I'm spent.
But I must be where I am free to be
Someone I need not misrepresent.

And I'm not seeking grandiosity;
You know that was never my intent.
But I must be where I am free to be
Someone I need not misrepresent.


© 2020 David Acosta