By-your-leave

Sometimes

you gotta just accept

the bad calls, the things you’d change

the regrets for not being who

you could have been

(for not letting yourself

be really seen)

you gotta just accept

that while you may have evolved

the imprint of you laying

on another’s memory is

static

unyielding

no amount of pushing

can force the other to update their view

by letting you get close again.

Sometimes,

no matter how far you may have come

you have to accept

either way you look at it:

one of you gotta get left

behind.

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