To Say Goodbye the Proper Way

a poem

There was something that I once said

a dream of you I’d told I had

called to plead you’d lift the phone

my many cries, not answered one

I called and called, wept and wept

so goddamn hard my dream was left

back alone, the tears were real

though as if destined to feel

I laid awake in all that wet

unaware it was regret

didn’t know our time had come

until it had and it was done

my heart so felt the need to heal

this was not a part of my deal

though I’d failed you in my way

true feelings always stayed

could not imagine you were not

thinking the same things I thought

about the friendship we held dear

that mattered more to me, I fear

all too broken, so worn down

such a fool, what a clown

to end that way and then the rest

such a shame lives in my chest

I wish-oh-wish for one day more

to heal this wound—so fucking sore

one last chance to see your face

to say goodbye the proper way