Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Goodbye
It's 4 A.M.,
and I can't sleep.
I can't stop thinking
about what's ahead.
I've decided to let you go,
because I'm weary
of carrying you around.
And because I realize now
that it was over long ago.
I think I'm going
to make it now,
because I've decided
to make my life
my own again.
And so, this is
the last poem
that I'll write
for you.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
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