Ending It

One of the hardest parts
Of being an adult
Is knowing when to end it
Always hard words to say
Even harder to hear
But it is the way of life
When things are decent
Maybe good even
But not as great
As one had hoped
It’s time to move on
Unlike the days of yore
Back in high school
And college too
When the decent
Was reason to stay
Even when a perfect fit
Hadn’t been met
Sometimes I miss those days
To give things a longer chance
To see how they evolve
But that isn’t a world
In which I live

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