I can think of no sad songs
that will remind me of you.
Mournful words I try to write,
of loves loss and lessons learned,
of tears and regrets.
I have wanted to bleed on this page about you.
My broken heart should wallow in eloquence,
my pen should be ablaze.
So long, goodbye.
That’s all I have left to give to you.
No passionate outcry for second chances,
no story filled with conviction
on why we were meant to be,
no grand romantic gesture of farewell.
These forlorn looks I carry in my heart
have begun to melt into painted smiles,
like the ones that strangers give,
the pleasant face of someone
but never took the time to know.