You could be happy and I won’t know.

But you weren’t happy the day I watched you go.

And all the things I wish I had not said

are played in loops ‘till it’s madness in my head.

Is it too late to remind you how we were?

but not our last days of silence, screaming blur.

Most of what I remember makes me sure.

I should have stopped you from walking out the door.

You could be happy. I hope you are.

You made me happier than I’d been by far.

Somehow everything I own smells of you.

And for the tiniest moment, it’s all not true.

Do the things that you always wanted to

Without me there to hold you back. Don’t think, just do.

More than anything I want to see you go

take a glorious bite out of the whole world.