Something Else Had To Give

It’s not you,
it’s me – my baggage.
Years of missteps… trials and accusations,
that constant back and forth.
We made a mistake
We both should’ve run…
not walk… find another…
but the world was pressing in 1973,
You wanted to get away from home,
I was impatient.

You say now that you want to leave but you can’t.
Can’t afford it… the medical insurance…
not on what you’d get from me in a no-fault state. 
We’re all messed up,
and I can’t change what was…
I would’ve liked to change our future,
but when we can’t get past the past…
forgive and choose to forget…
oh, well.
Something else had to give.