Barnabus and Paul

How much to reveal...
How much to withhold...
Not sure what I feel
Out here in the cold.

In the dreadful unseen
There's a fine line between
"Maybe I ought to stay"
And "I'm going away."

And it's blurry sometimes;
And it breaks my heart, so I
Hide behind my rhymes.
But I know this is goodbye.

I wish I didn't have to say it,
But I've had enough of this silent wall.
I know this time I must convey it;
We're a modern-day Barnabus and Paul.

Standing in the rain,
Waiting for the sun.
No need to explain;
The end has begun.

There's no enmity here,
Just a parting of ways.
It is foggy, yet clear;
It's an unclouded haze.

And you know that it's true;
And it breaks my heart; still I
Know what I must do:
Yes, I'm sure this is goodbye.

I wish I didn't have to say it.
Can this be the end? The last curtain call?
Let it be; don't delay it.
We're a modern-day Barnabus and Paul.

I wish I didn't have to say it,
But I've had enough of this silent wall.
I know this time I must convey it;
It's our version of Barnabus and Paul.


© 2020 David Acosta