It's time that I let you go

Last night when you were sleeping by my side

and you kissed me goodnight

curling your arm around me,

I wanted to whisper it into your ears,

then and there,

but then I know that you live for moments,

and I didn’t want to spoil it for you,

so I’d let you love me

for some more time.

I wanted to tell you

that you don’t need me

and it’s time that I let you go.

I am sorry that I came to a realization,

that I was the one who cared too much

because I always believed that the world needs

more people who care much

and people who give a shit

and people that stick around

even when it’s like walking against the wind and

getting knocked down every time you proceed

But I did it all out of passion,

and out of the trueness that I once,

saw in your eyes

I am sorry but I don’t see the trueness in your eyes

anymore

You really don’t need me,

and it’s time that I let you go.

I am sorry but I am going to take some

part of you with me,

the true one,

the one, that you revealed to me,

the night we spent on phone,

you counted the stars in your city and

I told you about the morning sun in mine.

and that one too

which once told me,

that I was special, and made me believe it.

I congratulate you on the change,

and so, you really don’t need me

and it’s time that I let you go.

I subtly resign to my downfall,

to all that I couldn’t bring back

despite all my efforts.

I hope, I dearly hope, that life is kind on you,

for I won’t be there to kiss you when it isn’t.

for I really won’t be there to do that extra bit

when everything else would seem to be falling apart,

I won’t be there to prepare you the morning tea,

and to ask you if you had a great dinner

I won’t be there to lend you my ears

when the world disappoints you,

and I, sure as hell won’t be there

to celebrate your happiness

This is me,

letting you know,

that I am leaving.

I am finally releasing my grip

This is my departure, my disinclination, 

my heartache, and my final word to you

to you,

my dear, you don’t need me anymore,

and it’s time that I let you go. 

2 a.m in the morning. In my room (lycée Romain Roland)