Divided Unity

Complex

Jacob. I'm sorry.

I know that you cared.

And I hope that you find someone

With whom better you'll fare.

I blow a single kiss

To the west every night.

I hope that you feel

A little love made of light.

I wish that we worked

And that we might stay friends

But we know what they say

All good things come to an end.

I might finish the series

On my own sometime

A show and movie set

Where stories are sublime.

I keep saying sorry

But my friends say I shouldn't

Yet when you have a complex like mine

Of this guilt, who wouldn't?

I hope that I mattered

And I hope we find peace

By the way, you're welcome

For all those good memories.