I understand if you’re bored of me.
I’d be bored of me too,
if I was you.
If I was no more than a stray
you took in from the rain,
nursed back to some form of health,
and now you’re releasing me
back into the wild
that’s fine –
just tell me,
so I can thank you for your time,
and never bother you again.
If I was just a failed project,
if I pushed away your help
one too many times
and now you’re giving up on me,
then I’m sorry,
and I understand
and I’ll leave you be.