I watch the idea of you unravel in front of me.
I know better now than to intervene, and I take the rose-tinted coloured glasses off.
You are not mine to save.
The landscape behind you is darkening, the tornados start to swirl.
No matter which way I look at you, I cannot be in your world.
I’m not convinced you’re ready to leave the shadows and I only recently found my light.
I’ve turned the puzzle pieces of us in every direction, but I cannot get them to fit.
I so badly want them to.
With a quiet sadness I realise that you too are a dream I must let go of.
So I softly step back and simply observe - no wild actions or declarations.
No begging you to love me or outrageous requests for either of us to change.
I step back not because it is easy, not because it is what I want.
I step back because I know I deserve more than the little you give.
I watch the dream of us unravel.
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