On these days of overcast gloom,
I’m reminded of that wintery doom,
That forebodingly told me she’d go.
She said she was too afraid to let go,
I know, for she told me that it was so,
And her eyes mirrored all her fear.
I answered her as I tried not to cry,
Knowing my words were a terrible lie,
I said it was okay to let go.
And so she did, once and for all,
Give into that unyielding call,
Beckoning her away from me.
I felt so alone as I stood up there,
On a podium before those who care,
Telling them what I wanted to hear.
I choked back a tear and steeled my voice,
And told them with unconvincing rejoice,
That I was happy she had gone.
But again I spoke a terrible lie,
That, no matter how hard I would try,
Wouldn’t convince me it was okay.
For on that day when she left me for good,
Though I knew that she really should,
I selfishly wished she had stayed.