Without the tearing.
I tried to explain.
But you would not accept my leaving the game.
I said I was playing for keeps,
Or not playing at all.
I tried to be fair.
But you just called me yours and offered none of yourself in return.
Now, all there is to do, is slip quietly away,
Like one season fading into another,
A barely noticeable shift.
Now, all I can do is smother myself in shadow,
And hope you forget this fire.