Goodbye

 I leave you behind

our path diverge

And when 

the white noise

dies down

I'm sure there will be sorrow.

For now, there is only

an awareness, an understanding

that you are a part 

of the past

that is being erased

as I sit here

as I type these words

as we speak

or rather

as we don't speak.

The thundering silence 

between us

has crystallised 

into marble.

Cold, pure, white

Unfeeling.

Unyielding.

Goodbye now.

Please forget me.

I don't think we will meet again.