Before I go I will pick up all of the broken pieces of love that have been left scattered on the ground, and I will stuff each and every last shard into my ribcage.
I will call out to the wind and demand the answers to all the questions I have left to ask.
I will collect and burry each and every deep dark secret I know deep into the earth.
I will wash all of my greed and guilt away into the river.
I will throw the last of my aching black soul into the fire to die.
Then at last I will say goodbye.