I'm leaving today.
I'm packing pieces of myself, removing all the evidence that I was ever here.

The room is starting to look so bare.
The bathroom looks so empty without my hair products and deodorant lining the sink.

My absence will be just as noticeable as my presence;
white cat fur on dark clothes.

I'll miss these walls.
I'll miss greeting you with my lips.
I'll miss hearing you say you love me when we end a phone call.
I'll miss you.
Years down the road I'll bring you up to faces you've never seen.
I'll let them know how you saved me,
and taught me about what it means to love someone unconditionally.
I'll keep the story alive.
Strangers will know you by name.
They will recognize the bits of me that you assisted in sculpting.
People will remind you that I'm a bird, so if you love me then let me go;
that will not ease the pain in your heart.
I want the freedom, but there will be rainy days where I will want to run for cover in your shelter.
If I do not get through the rain by myself,
I'll never discover all the rainbows ahead.

The ring you got me three years ago has gained a great amount of weight.
I think it is filled to the brim with memories,
but looking back won't make it less heavy.
Taking it off will be my last goodbye to our romance,
and the final resting place of our relationship will forever remain inside our hearts.

                                                        ­                                Goodbye, Lover