6th goodbye

this time there will be no explanation
no excuse
this time the dream will not end
with me sweating alone in my bed
an act of murder in the imagination
this time I'll go far away
into the future
or cast off into the past
the years will shed like fog
boiling off in your gaze

sure I made you uncomfortable
that was kharma establishing a balance
you've held the scales your entire life
you should've known when they began to tip

and I think you did
I think you just decided you didn't care
for that I blame you