Three Years

I’ve arrived at a terminus it is bittersweet to walk away from what you swore you’d keep I had (it was) a long, good stay a labor of love is still labor-intensive and the toll on my soul has been expensive took a chance on me when nobody would kept sight of that, I’ve always tried to do good by you I did what I could three years of work, three years of play, three years of stress and joy and change all dreamers changed by a dream of an improbable scheme three years sentimental held in gleam not who I was and who I am is unsure a version of myself subject to change in the future I need the space to grow, I need to rest and breathe my absence constitutes a long-deserved reprieve so I must leave without grief it’s a relief three years of work, three years of play, three years of stress and joy and change all dreamers changed by a dream of an improbable scheme three years sentimental held in gleam everything ends but you’re still my deer friend, and we are both more ourselves than we have ever been. nothing’s broken, there’s nothing to mend, and I look up to you now as much as I did then. I poured so much love into this thing we built, and I will look back fondly, no regret or guilt. these long late nights filled with cardboard delights gave me a sense of belonging for the first time in my life. the rarest thing is to love and leave on good terms, to walk away and watch nothing burn. I’ll hold this close in my heart, in my heart, in my heart, I’ll hold this close in my heart, in my heart, in my heart, in my heart