A silk pink top and a lonely string guitar lie on the floor,
Matching pieces of my heart scattered somewhere near the door.
I'd come home to the emptiness and shattered when I fell,
Reliving all those words you meant, or didn't, it's hard to tell.
A void of self confusion is still whirring in my mind,
Invading all the corners of the memories left behind.
No longer will I think of you with future woven eyes,
Instead with echoes of our happy hundred long goodbyes.
The want to hate you for the loneliness which I'm now in,
Fails to exist as if it's wrong, as if a sin.
How could I hate a man who has said such lovely things,
Who am I to say what our separate future brings.
With warmest wishes on our final note to say goodnight,
It's hard to let you go without putting up a fight.
But regret-less of our journey and just grateful of our bond,
I let you go with knowing of each other we are fond.
A x
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