It’s been two thirds of a year
since you left
and I feel
I should miss you
more than I do.
I mean
I know you’re gone
and I wish it weren’t so
but I don’t regret that much
how you’re out of my life.
I was ready for you to go
in a lot of ways
and I’m kind of glad
it was you and not me
who ended things.
I’m just more comfortable with the way it all came apart.
I hope you’re happy
where you are now.
All things probably went
the way they were supposed to
eight months ago.