I stand in the pain
Of November rain
You ask me where I’ve gone to again
You’ve been so distant lately
I tell you I’m just contemplating
Contemplating what?
I pause
The air stuck in my lungs
The feeling of water filling my airways
There is no easy way to say.
Contemplating my existence
Contemplating everything I’ve worked for
Do I stay or do I go
Contemplating if my life holds any value
Would anyone notice?
Would they feel the relief of my presence suddenly gone?
Would they feel the fresh breath of air, the lightness in the atmosphere?
As I slowly disappear
I tell you it’s easy
I’m just contemplating where to go..
We part our ways
A slow gentle farewell.
I love you my dear, a jagged low bellow
For you are my favorite hello
But my hardest goodbye