Right

He wanders the streets, wondering in silence

Why didn't she reach out, she promised

Did she really move on? That's impossible... right?

She loved me, didn't she? She still might

Did she forget about me? No that's not it

I mean, we never even reached the end of our script

What if she wrote me off...

I mean, yes I have my faults, but she would not...

That can't be right.

Right?

Right...

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This void is driving me utterly insane

My insides are roaring her name

What am I to do now, I can't even think

Should I talk to the moon, like Bruno did?

Should I find a new mockingbird to kill?

Will I ever come to forget the way she beams with pride,

Whenever I tell her the most trivial challenge I survived

Or her doting eyes despite my countless crimes

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How can anyone forget their first drop of sun warmth

Or the first time they were loved for all that they were at once...

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She has finally let go, and now my name feels foreign

My steps feel heavy and my skies are pouring

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Did she find someone who's worthy of a soul like hers?

I never thought I was, a feeling I couldn't reverse

After all, angels and monsters are not meant to be

Guess I'll settle for her ghost in my world of memories

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I pushed her away thinking I would survive

A life without the truest love I'd ever find

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She refused to meet, so maybe it's my pride

She vowed to always be here for me, despite the changes in time

I know closing the door is the right move

But I am lost and she's the lighthouse I've always resorted to

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Now I can only contemplate messages to no end

If only the hour tides had a rewind button to press

How I wish I got to hold her and confess all the things I left unsaid…

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To appease the loss, I'll architect a shrine in the folds of my mind

To visit her figurine on my merry days and darkest nights

The capital of my heart will carry her name for all time

That's my way of saying thank you, my polaris for a bride

You were a dream come true and I was everything but right

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Yours, I'll be, in another life,

For now, with this pen I thee seal this goodbye.

XX

Dear reader,

This poem is told through the voice of a man, written by a woman. It holds the words I wished to hear. I wrote it as a remedy to my own pain, in the form of a sincere final goodbye. To balance my own melancholia, I crafted his world as a faithful image, one that honors the years that were and reflects the fragments of loss he was left with.

Hope you enjoy it.