18 Drafts
One receiver's address
I sigh and delete all of them
It's too late for anyone to be receiving it

Put the Broken Things together
And see the bigger picture
Things that were once
Hoped to be a whole again
Something made together
But now I carry it alone
Or do u carry some of the Broken Pieces too?
Do you look down at your hands when the sharp edges cut?
Like glass it used to shine, tempered in fire, made on the sands of distant beaches
Now I look through those Broken Pieces
I see blood on my hands

I said Goodbye for the first time and felt the air slip out of my lungs
I said Goodbye for the second time and thought maybe I'd get a third chance
Only my rationality slipped away
I said Goodbye for the third time and my belief in good slipped away
I said Goodbye a thousand more times, never realizing what left me

Then just as I was saying another Goodbye
Unnoticed in my litany
I felt myself scatter to the wind in all the different paths
Like a candle snuffed out by by the silencing wind

That was my Last Goodbye
And that was the last of me