C.E.W,
How long it's been
since you've said your goodbyes
I think of you still
even though I don't wish to
I know
you don't regret it
And I know
I always will, even if just a little
Because despite myself
I was truly, utterly devoted to you
How strange it is
To have been cut out of your life
By your own hands
So final, and definite your judgement
But despite these feelings
I still want you to be buried beneath the snow this winter
Even though I loved you
You've done me wrong, and that I can't forgive
Goodbye,
E.L.C