**CW for language, death, and unresolved relationships**

You’re gone.

I’m elated.

It went on for too long.

I can’t believe it’s actually

Over.

You’re gone.

It’s for the best.

But you never said sorry.

And now I’m sat here wondering

What if?

You’re gone.

I’m frustrated.

You likely never cared.

But I sit and I seethe that you

Escaped.

You’re gone.

But you’re not gone.

Because you won’t go away.

All I do is think of what was

And cry.

You’re gone.

There’s no closure.

You didn’t try to call.

If you had I’d probably say

“Fuck you”

You’re gone.

Is it better?

Has the world felt you go?

Or is it just me whispering

“goodbye”