Goodbye

You talk

yet there is nothing left to say

Only things I have heard before

Like a washing machine left on the same setting.

I feel horrible for feeling it

but notice I haven't missed you. At all.

And it makes me sad for what once was.

But only for a moment.

I rather rejoice in what is, then what is in the past.

Everything has it's own time. This time is mine.

I wish you well and am now saying goodbye.

Feeling blessed with everything given to me.