It’s not you, it’s me!

It’s not you, it’s me

The red rug that faded over the years

The curtain rings which silently chipped away

The corner window that brings no breeze

That lone pot which once bloomed yearns no more.

They all said, it’s not you, it’s me!

The boiling tea, the cracked mugs

The stale smell of those peanut butter cookies

The dried grease, the rust coating on the stove

And that guilty looking three-legged stool croaked.

It’s not you, it’s me!

The empty flower bed and that dried patch in the lawn

That quietly hiding squirrel, that accusing little parrot

The constant dripping of the garden faucet

The glaring sheen of the iron gate.

They all said, it’s not you, it’s me!

The tiresome walk and the stones along the road

The echo of the mountains and those streams of muddy water

The quietness of the night

And the silent thumping of my heart.

They all said, it’s not you, it’s me!

The dark sky became darker

And soon came down the sleet and the rain

The corner window was no more quiet

And the lone pot made enough noise.

The rain did not come alone

Brought along a friend

The soft and silent

Pearly and pale flakes of snow.

As last the night had passed and sun had shone

And everywhere the blueness of the sky had poured

Birds sang and frolicked around

And the breeze blew up and down.

They all chose what felt right

And I stood by my pride

Brave heartedly I chose myself

And yes,

It’s not you, it’s me!