Apologies, but this is how i feel tonight

I’ve said goodbye a thousand times before
we are right in the middle of your sadness
I’ve said goodbye a thousand times before
we are right in the middle of your sadness
the blank sky is hiding how we come together
who’s the complicated one, me or you?
it’s confusing, maybe that’s where I can spend my time, instead of
me pushing your bones and fealties,
forever up my own hill,
there are no exceptional circumstances, no egregious enders,
except maybe this one and that one,
that’s at the heart of our uncanny relatable-ness, my strange talent for acceptance
and your covalence
with broken things and people
perhaps that’s how I can let go, just tell the ball that I’m not pushing it
and poof all those moments, the elbows in the salad,
the teetering out of a restaurant, wondering, wondering, where is my car?
this doesn’t have to be so hard
I can acknowledge some joy
and you can let me go.