Wish For Goodbye

Confronted with memories of her, and endless strife, I bow my head and cry. Confronted with the futility of this life, I shake my head and sigh. The woman who I wanted for my wife has gone, let our love wither and die. With agony, my existence is distressingly rife, for I can never say goodbye. Faced with enduring the brokenness and pain, I do my best to live, I try. Clinging to the pieces of me that still remain, I think about her, and wonder why. Solace I cannot find, loneliness my heart's bane; reality I want to deny. If only I could say goodbye.