This Poem, Part Two

The hardest part is not when your bones break,
your heart shatters,
you bleed out,
or you die...

Quite obviously drifting apart,
I hope you feel like you're alone when you are.
I hope you need me like the sky needs the stars,
I hope you love me like the sun loves the moon,
I hope you want me
like water in your lungs.

Because I love you like a bad habit,
I miss you like a mad rabbit.
I want to go back,
let the future become the past.
Oh, I need you like blood in my mouth.

Quite obviously drifting apart,
I hope you miss me when it's gone too far.

I know the hardest part is not
always
necessarily
saying goodbye.