Closing

If you can write a goodbye,
so can I.
It's true that you were there
When I hated myself
And it's true that I called the hotline
When you tried to end it all
And I cried when I found out
You were in the hospital.
You were so beautiful and unpredictable
Like a thunderstorm with scattered rain
God, I loved you
More than people love fast food and cartoons
And you knew.
But none of it matters now.
Things change, people grow
And that's okay.
Maybe someday in 6 years
I'll run into you on the street
And things will start again
But until then
I'll leave you to living your life
Even if it's without me.
I will probably always think
About what once was,
But it is now that I stop and realize
The past is in the past,
Beyond the clouds
In the grey-blue skies of your eyes.