After I neatly cut away
the pieces of you that fed on me,
beautiful flowers grew
and blossomed in your place.
I thought I would bleed out,
but I’ve never felt so free.
It’s like you and I never were,
and I like it this way.
I can’t say thanks for the memories,
because there never was any gratitude.
When I let it all go,
I really, truly and finally, let it all go.
This is how I say goodbye,
with a whisper in the wind.