You're leaving me, I see.
You met someone
who's bold
and fearless
and doesn't carry a locked chest
with a million ghosts
like I do.
If you believe she'll make you happy,
which I hope she will,
go for her,
go for your felicity.
However,
allow me to utter
one or two words
of advice.

Don't depart trusting an illusion, sir:
she does have fears.
She may not show them now,
as she may never.
But unless she was not born from a woman
              and she is not from this planet
              and she's offered her brain to scientific experiment
              (which she'll never disclose to you)
all conditions coexisting
give this fearful woman a little credit:
she does have fears.

She may know how to solve her trouble
and tame her qualms
better then I do.
But, trust me,
eventually you'll see them
for they will show.

She will show.

And if she doesn't
you will wake up one day
asking yourself
why the heck the woman doesn't show!
Why is it that she spends so much time
with her girl friends
and some of her male friends
– which might make you jealous –
and her therapist
and her gardening teacher,
but does not show… to you.
She just won't consent that you see her through,
or sacrifice one single Monday morning
to stay home with you
and confess
– to you, to you alone! oh, Lord!, to you and no one else! – 
how the growing of the kids scares her
for she's ageing,
and how envious she is of the new artist
the gallery has hired,
so lovely, so full of life, so like she was twenty years ago!
and how she herself is running out of creative resources
and that little bastard will take her really-deserved and much-fought-for place!
And you will crave a moment of weakness!
Oh, yes! A minute when she's frail,
when you can just embrace her
and tell her the much told line
"Everything's gonna be all right"
and see her face enlighten
just for your saying
you love her
you love her wrinkles
you love her canvasses
– or whatever she does for a living! –
and, gosh!, how you would love to have her completely helpless in your arms,
crying like a baby,
letting you warm her
and protect her
from her own fears
she, the fearless woman!

Leave me, if this makes you happy,
and I hope it does,
but do not be fooled by the lure of the amazon riding an epic stallion,
for one day you shall realize
– even want! –
that she's just human by your side.

Go, yourself fearless and bold,
and be happy
and throw your chest of ghosts into the deep maritime blue of her eyes,
and don't deceive yourself
by supposing I do not root for your happiness.
No, sir, I do want you to be happy!
But I am just too human
not to talk.

Yours,
no longer…

X.