I walked out of her house
Got on my bike
Without even wishing her good bye
The strain of the argument
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An honestly penned, unsentimental piece about the right choice. I believe that when relationships that passed their 'use by' date, the grieving has often already been done, and (like the death of someone who has taken a long painful time to die) the final goodbye is filled with relief more than anything. You've used one of my favorite words in this poem - 'obfuscation' and the title works a treat. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Is there life after goodbye? Of course, there is. You not only survived the wind and the rain, you wrote an excellent poem about the experience.May the sun shine for you the next time around. Warmest regards, Sandra