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.