Steps

Difficult it is,
not to leave you,
but those memories,
those moments,
they haunt,
they hurt,
slowly,
they kill,
like an assassin,
that hid in the shadow,
and when in silent,
they rise,
and without a doubt,
shred what's left.

It's inevitable,
leaving you,
it's a must,
but acting like,
it never existed,
that could never happen,
though it was not much,
to me,
you were all,
all that I wanted.

I wish for you,
to be happy,
to succeed,
to achieve,
all that you had ever dreamt of.

I hope,
that this,
this,
to be my last,
goodbye.

Sincerely,
Me.