one goodbye

was just not good enough.

so i had to drag it through,

and be drug through

this series of long goodbyes

that causes me to crumble

and lose a bit of myself each

time i do.

the rainy days are hardest

when the windows are

so fogged with mist,

missed….missing…u.

the aching,

it starts over and anew.

but I have made myself

a promise,

this will be my last

goodbye to you.

i can’t keep losing myself

the way I do,

over something

like this,

over someone like you.