The Final Divide, and Goodbye.

Was it you that built up this last great divide?
Or was it them?
Or maybe...was it I?
The words I'd wish you hear
you will not and will never.
I can see the last sentence
although you claimed forever.
But surely, I'd like to know
where the road here is going.
I'm lost here and stumbling
and its cold. But not snowing.
Is this now the last fell swoop of the axe
that cut out your heart
and cut into my back?
Or will we stand up maybe
just one more time.
One more trek for good measure.
One more word
One more rhyme
But why waste it with measure
when I know it must close?
Surely you must understand
since you're sure that you know.
And if you were trying to tear down
the trees in the wood
then you accomplished your mission.
But it wasn't for good.
You destroyed half a city
with your angry ambission.
I hope that you're happy
on your angry volition.
Can't say I won't be worried.
Or love still. Or care.
Or lie awake wondering if
my little brothers still there.
But the sunset still comes and I knew someday too
this would also come. But I wished, not with you.
Because I do not want this.
I do not want an ending.
But I cannot keep listening to the blatant pretending.
I am sorry more than these words
can ever let you know.
I am sorry. And I'm broken.
But you're the one
who let go.