I bid thee farewell
Not by choice,
But for need.
Taking memories away
Would be much bitter
If goodbyes are not said
A little bit sooner.

I've done my fair share
Of wholehearted giving.
Not because of reason
But all because of meaning:
The definition of the heart
And its profound measure
Of understanding.

Seeing you falter
Involves quite a pounding
My tears could never grasp.
The upcoming grievance
Would be the most pitiful
For thoughts to comprehend
And for life to consider.

For choice or for need -
Not one or both would matter.
Imparted flames will never cease
The pain that scars forever

Though the wound in my heart
Should someday heal
The ravish misconception
Your warmth conceals.