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No more of this, no more. I'll walk away,
And build another life that's free from dust.
It hurts too much to hope and smile and trust:
it's simply best for all that I not stay.
He must know how I feel - he's seen me weep,
And burn with rage. There is no more pretence.
He wavers so. And I'm too prim and tense.
How can I jump this chasm with one leap?
There might just be a bridge - but would it hold,
or would I plunge into an abyss wide
and deep, no better off for being bold?
I hear his steps. He's walking by my side,
and yet, he seems so far. The night is cold.
I could be with him. Maybe. If I tried.