Goodbye

Your email said you've had a bad day.
Those few are the only words you say.
So little, these words; everyone has bad days.
But yet, to me, there's more that they say.

They say to me "come, try to help."
And all I want is to help.
A bad day for you, that's all that it was.
But to comfort you is all that I want.
To make you feel better, to see you smile,
for that I'd walk a thousand miles.

Your emails always seem this short.
But to me they always mean much more.
Every word flies straight to my heart,
and so, my love, I must depart.

I want you so much. I love you so bad.
In the end all it does is just make me sad.

To have you out of my life would spare so much pain.
It seems there's so much, from that to gain.
I'll miss you so!
And I don't want to see you go,
'cause in my heart I'm sure I know
that you're there forever, a strong part of me,
and that won't end just because you leave.

Yet every word we speak, every thought I feel,
it all just makes you remain real.
And if you're out there, having you not here hurts.

So there is a point to all these words.
I've decided that I
have no choice but to say goodbye.

Soon the pain I feel right now will end,
and hopefully your memory won't rise again.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my friend.
God, let my heart heal! Let me feel! - again!

-Jeffrey Grimm Blake, November 4, 1998