The Summer of Goodbye

You told me you'd never give up on me and asked me how I could on you. I never knew you planned on staying. So I made space for you.

Maybe too much.

I was still holding your hand when you walked away. 

You made the wrong choice, but finally, I let go.

My phone screen lights up and your name appears. 

'I made a mistake'  'what can I do?'

You can 'be well'

Goodbye Leo. 

Love.