The Silent Goodbye

How many times have we departed with goodbye?
Spoken fleeting, lovingly, our reunion promised.
The dance of romance between you and I,
Complex, uncertain, never ending.

A play of such dramatic splendor.
Written in the cosmos, surely.
A fiery passion that when tempered could be tender.
We didn't make it. Yet, so nearly.

Your words have been both weapon and balm.
From the same lips, my redemption and torment.
The silence of goodbye I do not yearn,
As memories of you will soon become distant.

I saw the loss and knew it to be true,
The differences, both subtle and clear.
I'd catch your eye, you looked not back but through.
A very certain distance, where once you kept so near.

Hope can be powerfully destructive.
Blinded by it, I refused to see.
Our once great love corrupted,
The battles drained it constantly.

No longer shouting, a quiet disdain.
The same routines, yet everything is unfamiliar.
When did we change the rules of this game?
In our constant quest for victory, neither was the winner.

Careless in the folly of a certainty never there,
I watched the foundations of our tomorrow crumble.
Warm and smiling eyes replaced with a suspicious glare.
Still though, an echo of the past we could resemble.

The want was there, but not the will,
The dance became more formal and restrained.
I like you not, but miss you still.
Our dreams are dead, they cannot be regained.

And now you are gone from me.
Into darkness I stride out. A new future is begun.
Our final parting, silently.
Your goodbyes are now for someone else, I'm done.