I’m sure it won’t be me
when you find yourself ready
I’ve been on the end of this before
I just beg you to let me down gently
and that we at least stay somewhat connected
because I’m not sure I’d be able to take it
if I lost that smiling face of hers
I know I feel so strongly for the both of you
and that you have to be a package deal
I also hear the nagging voice
from the back of my own head
saying what you both deserve
that I can’t measure up to
but for my own slim sanity
and sense of self-preservation
I have to ask to stick around
a part of her world until she can choose
She may in time outgrow me
just like I fear you will
and I’ll have to find the strength to deal
with such possibility somewhere
but not here, not now,
nor anytime soon
I’m not too full of pride to plead
Don’t misunderstand me
I don’t want to see you go
but I fear from some experience
there’s little here to keep you
So I try to steel myself
bracing for the worst to come
and asking past what I could hope
that you might pull the blow
and leave some small ray of hope
behind you when you go