I hope you will be happy.
I’d like it if you were happy with me
But that isn’t possible.
I want you to smile, all day
I still think about you
And the old ache is still there.
But it’s manageable now.
Eight months of space does that.
It’s what needed to happen.
I don’t know about your life now,
And I don’t want to know about it
It’s enough for me to assume
You’re happy and healthy
Somewhere out there in the world.
I hope you never know this pit of despair.
I hope you never feel what I do.
That the best thing,
The only thing,
You can do for the person you love most
Is stay away.