In truth I'd rather see you fully gone,
Having always been on my brain.
Incomplete with no moving on,
You call for a restart.
When even you don't know how,
I question this turn.
After the pushes you put on me somehow,
I can't accept your common courtesy.
When you painted a painful point of view,
Do you still even listen?
Or care?
As you say you do.
I will no longer stand,
On this sandy ground you provide.
You started and finished,
A restart I can't see you to abide.