Goodbye.

There is something good in every goodbye for even the saddest one.

“when I was younger, I saw my Lenti cry…

and curse on the wind.

she broke her own heart and I watched

as she tried to reassemble it

Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

I’ve got a tight grip on reality

But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here

I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof, it’s not a dream…”

Goodbye Jess.