182. Little Hello

It was a little bid from me,

But a million pieces,

Make a big farewell.

Feelin' like I'm stranded at sea.

Feelin' like I should say less.

Feelin' like I can't tell...

That I miss you.

But you knew.

So I withdrew.

Not a single good-bye spoken,

Not pretending to be a monk in zen,

Not able to bypass again.

The apathy wasn't clear to be neglect,

With breadcrumbs spelling "maybe yet."

So why is my pillow wet like a wreck?

A celebration I wanted you to see,

But no words is all she says.

There will be no wedding bells.