You tell me not to cry
And I try not to
But because you’re the kind of person
Who wouldn't want me to
I cry all the harder.
I try to be strong,
And act like it’s alright
But it isn't
And then the blackness creeps into your bones
And there is nothing left but your pain and a shadow of yourself
I would love to romanticize it, and somehow make it meaningful
But it isn't
It’s ugly, and it’s all-encompassing and it’s final.
Though we never did get
that final
goodbye.