I try not to cry as I say goodbye.
Perhaps before we meet next I'll die
Or maybe you will forget about us.
I blame the rat for leaving with a cuss.
The lack of you leaves holed my center core.
You're on my mind when I look from the shore.
I cannot form a hate goodbye on my lips
Despite you caused my heart the rips.
Maybe the future brings our paths cross
Perhaps then I will not feel this grave loss.
The raging monster inside will be gone,
Time at last will alleviate your wrong,
Just as a bandage heals an open wound.
When that day comes I will be more attuned.
And this time I will listen to my brain
and run from the potential pain.
So maybe there is a good in goodbye
For now my spirits will touch the blue sky.
Is this another broken hearted poem?
Or maybe healing victim's low hum?