you stare into the lake as though
you bid it read your mind;
the world looks bleak in front of you
because of what’s behind

but still, we occupy this space,
and i’ve seen in those eyes
how much you wish i wasn’t here,
or i was other guys

i cannot change the way i am,
nor rearrange the past —
but i can let you go, my love,
so go –
be free
at last