A farewell love poem to a beautiful woman,

This is more like spoken word,

Because talk talk talk is what I do,
Isnt it?

And my writing is really nothing more than my spoken story telling

Written outloud.
Is it not?

Deep inside of me is the full knowledge of your pain.

The pain of me leaving you.
I know you hurt.
I can feel it.

So many things I have not said, not expressed, not refused

In order not to hurt you.
And now I have said the most hurtful thing:
Which is good-by

And now I feel the pain of losing the woman in my life.

Of having left her
Of having told you to go
Of having gone

There were so many beautiful things

That were us
That was you

There are so many enriching things

That you taught me
And I take with myself,
like a thief.

Given a day or two,

Or a thousand
The memory of the joy may outlive the pain
Of being with you, of leaving you, of having gone.

How I wish you less pain.

I hope you are with your friends, family, loved ones
Who I dare not contact just to know that you are well.
And now I wish you happiness.
Back at the work that drives your soul
In the arms of a new lover to share your deep passion

I will be jealous as I wish you well

And lonely as I walk away