This Happy

I wish you were this happy all the time.
I know our days are coming to a close,
For I am not for you. I’m not the one
To bring to you this warmth, or sense of peace.
So we can part now, better in past tense,
Then ever in the present tense we were.

For comfortable and boring’s what we were;
A slowing down of interest and time
That led to moments clumsy, fraught, and tense:
A time when couples ought to settle close
Together in a panoply of peace,
And show the lucent ways two become one.

For there are many paths, and I was one.
Now spread into the air is all we were;
A maybe once that led to greater peace,
When that day comes when love takes over time:
When what had seemed so far, comes ever close,
And there’s no pretense – any kind of tense.

But here, the moment’s peaceful, far from tense:
Your heart is full of joy. The furry one
Who rests within your arms is warm and close.
The two of you seem suited, as you were
The moment that you saw, and froze in time
A mother-type of love, and child’s peace.

How strange to know, within this shade and peace —
To let go of my hope, let go the tense
And worried weight I’ve carried all this time.
For maybe, without you, I can be one
Not tied up in the things we weren’t, and were,
And bring these months together to a close.

This journey soon is drawing to a close,
The sun will set into a night of peace,
Officially beginning what we were:
An active love turned into passive tense.
Just know: for me, you could have been the one.
I thank you for your kindness, and the time.

To be so close, and yet to be so tense,
To see your peace, to know I’m not the one,
That all we were will soon be lost to time

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