And all your feelings that seemed so true.
Here is where "you get over it" begins.
If you so choose call me a friend.
I've grown tired of you ignoring my calls.
You never want to work things out.
Well here's where I give up.
You memory is erased from my mind.
Hopefully for good this time.
There's no good in goodbye
But this time I do not cry.
I just shake my head and sigh.
I turn and utter the word "goodbye".
The poem was written on December 6th, 1999
