the next one

Its happened all before
Its nothing new
Watching the door close
Hearing the footsteps fade
Sinking into my mind
Guarding me from me
I have never asked much
But perhaps that is still too much
The so close
The not quite
The crossed line
The more real I get
The farther they seem
I can be me for me
If I wish to remain me with me
I don’t know what to offer
I don’t know what to give
I have exhausted all that I know as me
Nothing left nothing left
Seemingly forever searching
For the next one that will say goodbye