Saying Goodbye
Goodbye to the heartbreak, memories, forgotten promises, and, most of all, you.
I don't miss you anymore,
but that's because I've forgotten
what it was like to be with you.
I don't remember your presence,
you've been gone so long
and the memories that I have of you
have been tarnished
by the cruel things you've said and done to me
in the wake of our separation.
The ache is still there,
the hurt that has lined my heart
since the beginning of our demise,
it's all still there,
but I've become numb to it,
became used to the sting I get when I see or hear
all that you've said about me.
But what is gone,
vanished along with you,
is the ache to have you close to me,
the ache to have you listen to my day
or the funny thing that happened to me.
I don't miss you anymore
and with that
comes solace unlike anything else.
You're gone and I don't want you back—
don't need you back.
I've never felt more free in my life.
The weight of missing you
has been relieved and,
with that,
so am I.
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