Half of me, gone with you.

I say goodbye to you,

Unsure if you were the light or the darkness of my life.

When my heart feels as heavy as a stone,

And I am that stone,

Sinking slowly into the depths,

Then your face becomes the darkness of my life.

But on days when I remember my laughter with you,

I know you were the only light I ever truly knew.

I say goodbye to you,

Because I can no longer carry the weight of longing in my chest.

I say goodbye to you—and to half of who I am.

When I say goodbye to you,

I also say goodbye to myself:

To the way I dressed when I was with you,

To my hair, my clothes,

To everything you touched.

But what about me?

You—you touched me too.

And now I know why goodbyes are so hard:

Because in them, you lose pieces of yourself forever.