It’s funny, you know,
How I still want connection,
But each time I feel the distance;
When I encounter disappointment,
I find it easier to walk away.
I guess I’m unsure,
Holding to any last hope;
Not wanting our friendship to end.
But every disengaged encounter
Gives me strength and courage to walk away.
There will be the day
When I don’t care much at all
And you are just a fond memory
About whom I sit and reminisce,
Because I grew stronger and walked away.