It's not you

Please listen to this

It's a little difficult to say,

But I just wanted you to know:

It's not you.

It's me.

I need to take some time

To straighten out my own mind;

To sort things out.

It's not you.

It's me.

It's not the way you dress --

At one time so artistic, so eccentric.

Nor is it the jokes you tell,

And tell again.

And again, and again...

It's not you, it's me.

It's not the noises you make at night.

It's not that, at all.

I'm sorry.

It's just me, it's not you.

It's not you at all.

It's also not the person I met recently

Who pleases me in ways you cannot even imagine.

Nor is it your lack of imagination.

No, it's me.

I can be so demanding and critical --

That's why I need some space.

Yes, I know you called the other day.

My phone has been disconnected

along with my email, and social media.

I'm moving to another city,

and I don't have a forwarding address, yet.

I'll let you know

I'll call you sometime.

We'll have lunch – sometime.

We'll be friends.

Just remember:

it's not you.

It's me.

Feel better now?

Goodbye

--Ellis Burruss

Brunswick, MD