Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

The Final Goodbye

Today, tomorrow, maybe never,

is when I will be done with this endeavor.

It has sucked my energy until I'm nothing at all,

letting my emotions dive down like a curveball.

I said I couldn't promise; that much was true

but even then, I'm not tied to you.

Leaving you meant hurting myself

but staying was breaking me more than a melting ice shelf.

Cold and fragile like you were in the end,

I know that I can never make amends.

I miss you and I miss having messages

but your constant black picture should have been a presage.

So now I type it for the final time.

I'm sorry, Parker, but this is goodbye.

A/N: this is a sequel (sorta) to "Promises"