This one is how I say goodbye

 

Yes,
it’s true-
I still dream about you,
and I still write about
all those nights I told the moon
about you and your smile.
I would wake up the next morning
with a smile of my own 
knowing that you exist. 
So this one is for every time I made you smile
and every song that reminds me of you.
This one is for those countless hours
you couldn't stop talking about your dreams-
they flew by, didn’t they? 

Now, we are strangers again 

Except that I know your darkest fears and 

You have seen my deepest scars,

We are strangers.

This one is for all the poems
I tried so hard to hold on to-
they were all I had left so,
most of all,
this one is how I say
goodbye.