My Dear Mr. Goodbye,

 

I never wanted to let you go,

I never wanted to see you run.

I know that I held on far too long.

I knew when you were already done.

 

I refused to ever believe

We would leave each other,

Drift apart in ways that

Could break a chained tether.

 

But I need to let go.

You became an idea,

Not a tangible boy

Meant for this poor mija.

 

But now I shall call you

My dear Mr. Goodbye,

Because I have left you

Despite my broken cries.

 

My Dear Mr. Goodbye,

I know now what I need,

And I know that I must

Let my mind become freed.

 

Freed from all of the heartache, that you

Have wreaked on my very broken soul.

I know this good bye may leave a scar,

But I'm proud of this battle wound's toll.

 

Sincerely,

Your Dear Ms. Goodbye