I think  I might be done.
I'm not having
any fun.
I think I'm coming
to the end.
I truly wish
I wasn't serious,
but, my friend:
I am.
And I can't keep it up
any longer.
Not that it's a surprise.
It's no wonder;
She never said her goodbyes
so I might not either.
I wasn't worth the words,
the time,
so why do I
waste all of mine?