Hello

"Goodbye," I said, as I cried.
Now, I sigh.
I know I lied.

I can't take life this far from you.
I can't keep thinking that our love was true.
While I was there, I felt nothing,
so why is it that now you mean everything?

Every word I hear, every thought I feel,
all of it makes me remember.
You were. We were. Our love was.
Real.

What I have with her, it's just a joke.
You left, and she was the easiest way
I could try to pick up the pieces.

Now, I think back to the night we last spoke.
My heart was hurting, but not for you.
Then, you showed yourself. You came through.
We talked so long, though short it was.
Maybe my love for you came back because
you were so great, there when I needed.
Now what I really want is total loss of memory,
or someone who can make me recompleted.

"Goodbye," I said.
Sometimes I want to kick my ass.
I don't want to leave you.
I still want you back.

-Jeffrey Grimm Blake, November 26, 1998