goodbye poem

You might ask me why I left
and claim I was wrong
but let's be honest,
we don't miss each other.

Words crumble before
they reach the heart,
so don't even start
with loving complaints.

A body with intention,
with eye contact, and
honesty
would have made
a difference.

But one of us didn't give,
or perhaps receive,
leaving a gap
of irregularity.

Ah, but at last,
what is,
is meant to be.
No regrets
from me.

I live
in solidarity.