Why can’t it be you that finally calls?

I’ve done all that I can.

I surrender being the only one that tries.

There are other willing participants that will listen,

as I cease the waiting game.

I’m hanging up on waiting on you forever.

I’m not entirely writing you off;

somewhat sorry it’s come down to this.

At this time, I present to you this option; yours to consider.

I am leaving all Future communication completely up to you.

I say goodbye to waiting for you to say hello.

I speak not in anger to relay what I must.

I plan to leave the welcome mat out.

It’s yours to decide if I hear anything ring again.

I’m not out for apologies.

They’re best left lost in the woods we used to climb.

I hunt no more for the chance to tell you what I thought I should.

I’ve come to the conclusion, by new design,

that my Future lies beyond our memories of old.

What was I going to confess to you, then?

I bet at least one revelation will offer you some pain.

Here’s your double-take: I am a pagan of the Druid Order,

and I am looking at both Women & Men, in the name of loving again!

Here’s to my agnosticism and sexual preferences: 2 gods-given Rights!

I do not think my new Friends as your replacements.

I don’t hold it against you, the others that you have found.

My bone-chilling confessions mean you’re forgiven for what hasn’t been.

But know in your marrow that whatever was

stands the chance to never be again…