This is where you lost me
In the words you never heard
In the dreams you thought were foolish
And the needs you deemed absurd
You never saw me leaving
Although I packed in plain sight
And begged you just to see me
For once in your life, to stay and fight
I faded into the background
I slipped into your past
I set fire to the promises
You promised me would last
I became a different person
One you never knew
You say you don’t know how you lost me
And maybe that’s true
You would have had to listen
You’d have had to care
You’d have to notice I was fading
Before I was no longer there
You didn’t see me going
But you noticed when I was gone
And if, by then, you missed me
You discovered I’d moved on.
I have so many examples of men in my 81 yr life, who never "hear" me or "see" me until I've one or both feet out the door. Somehow they always THEN want me to stay. Nope. Once I decide I'm done I'm done -- and I highly recommend that approach. Otherwise they just won't believe you r your word, nor will I believe you are other than a masochist.