Sometimes, I feel bad for what went on between us.
But not for the love, not for the work, not for the trust.

Not for the grief, not for the fights,
Not for the days together, not when we were apart for nights,
Not for the movies, not for the songs,
Not for the dances, not for the times we talked all night long.
Not for the times you opened my mind, and as I hope I did your,  
Not for crying with you, when I was bare to my core,
Not for what I said, though not always kind,
Not for the hours holding you, comfy thoughts in mind,

So I guess I’m only sorry for how it stopped.
How the heartbeat did not flourish, but pittered, and dropped.
And though I still do, and will, think of our time we had,
I hope eventually you can too, and be glad.

Glad for the experience, the relation formed,
Glad for the feelings, two hearts warmed,
Glad that it lasted, as long as it did,
Glad that it ended, true feelings un-hid.

I venture forward, changed by you,
And lastly bid you, softly, adieu