I've imagined our farewell so many times,
hugs and sweet words of an impossible love.
I really thought I knew when I was going to see you for the last time,
I even planned it.
How I would walk out that door to never look back.
With my head held high, the feeling of relief, freedom.
Little did I know that it already happened, and I missed my que.
Instead of my moment of glory I walked out in anger, with my last words still saved.
The big moment I've been waiting for..
Gone.
It was nothing like I imagined.
No doves flied off the ground, no cheering crowd, the skies didn't clear for me.
Nothing.
It was a night drowning in alcohol and emptiness, it was our song.
It was grief.
That's what it was.
But i was the one writing the final chapter about us. I gave us closure.
Now it's time to close the book, to put it on the shelf of memories.
