TO LET YOU GO

I will not pretend, I am safe and sane and sorted, if safe like them
is sane, like them, is sorted and filed and labeled to spend my time
like them, unknown, unseen, unloved, on a sagging shelf of despair,
with history alone to cling to.

I will not pretend to always be strong and fearless too, able, to carry you
when I too need to be weak, as you, to be frightened, as you,
of all the thing’s we two fear when apart - and together,
to afraid to speak, to much, to soon, to little, tomorrow - to late?

Nor will I pretend in my dark days, grey, doubting, isolated
by my own Insecurity I do not need you, not stronger than me
but there, close by, just there, for me, my rock, my reason to hope,
to dream, to sing, to dance the distance from my grief.

I need not pretend to not need you, to see you, to feel you, with heart enough,
to care enough to see you grow, accepting enough a different way.
Insane enough, yet sorted enough, with strength enough, to be safe enough,
to see you take your chosen way, to let you go, or choose to stay. 

© David Gregory Barns 2015