I can tell I'll be lonely for you,
My friend.
I can already tell that I'll want to say
"**** this.
Forget it."
And ask you to forgive me
For being who I am.
I know it's going to be hard
To decide whether I decided right.

It might never stop hurting,
Thinking you think ill of me,
Knowing you hate me,
Knowing you'll never understand
How much I truly cared about you.

I can already think of many things I'd have told you,
Shared with you,
Joked with you about,
Just today.
I know the habit will die hard and slow
Of picking up the phone to say something when I'm reminded of you.
I know it's gonna be rough.

But

Even though I am already lonely for you,
My friend,
I think...
I think I did right.
I think you made the choice,
And I reacted.

And

it's just hard
You know
To say goodbye
To a friend.