Goodbye
His voice tortured me.
He apologized; not for all but for some.
I couldn't look at him, I couldn't say one word.
He said it was my fault, but I knew the truth.
He began to cry and I saw someone I used to know.
It was the hardest thing he ever had to do,
I beleve that to be true.
I wish I loved him like I used to,
But too much has happened.
He said goodbye:
Something I've always wished,
Something he's always feared.
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