When to Fold
My final farewell. I never get the chance to do this in person, and I doubt it would work out the way I want it to, so this is it. You know this site, but I don't know if you ever care to check it. Goodbye, kiddo.
I am not torn,
I'm not depressed,
Or jealous.
I am just tired,
Of this battle of immaturity,
I want nothing more of you,
Or to be your enemy.
I just sit here and shuffle,
This lonely deck of cards,
I never have a winning hand,
At least I haven't so far.
All this is, is my explanation,
I am gone, with no destination,
Do not fear, I do not hate,
Leave me be and I will not berate.
If we could speak, face to face,
This I would do, I attest,
I'd kiss your head, fold my cards,
And wish you all the best.
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