there aren't many places left to go,
while the bay ripples left as the sun dips low;
your eyes dim as twilight sets,
in my gut i feel my wretch,
and slowly shadows make as fingers, towards the lonely horizon stretch.
goodbye, for now, that i never said,
you look happier in his arms.
i'd nearly forgotten the smell of blanche,
that hew of sorrows that putrid staunch;
comes calling again through jaded eyes,
left hollow with your gleeful cries,
that i may never hear again because they make for ill reprise.
goodbye, for then, that i never said,
you look happier with his kiss.
now that you've gone, and soon returned,
from snow-set cities to beaches burned;
i don't know yet if all that lost,
was merely at a digital cost,
or of you think so depthly deep, that one should harass and accost?
goodbye, forever, that i never said,
you look happier, with his ring.
how could i have known that uttered nonce,
and heard by many but never once;
i knew one day your wish could come true,
as hearts may die and birth anew,
one which would beat stronger still than how mine ever did beat for you.
goodbye, goodbye, that i never said.
you look happier, in his home.
goodbye, goodbye, to myself i say,
i would have always been happier if you never left.
