She was gone even
Before you thought
To leave.
Saving you both the
Pain of a
Goodbye.
That way the pain
will be virtually
Painless.
It doesn’t work that way
And you both know it.
A river of tears
Flows under
A layer of ice
Indifference.
We build up a wall
As an antibiotic for
the hurt.
It has to be this way.
It always has to end
At some point.
What other way.
It’s so hard to say
Goodbye.