There will be no wailing and gnashing of teeth from me
when your day of demise comes.
There will be no heartbreak or sorrow
just a quiet, gentle sigh for a chapter in my life that's closed.
A single glittering tear may fall carelessly from my eye
but it will be brushed away easily, forgotten instantly
and all it will mean is the loss of what could have been
if you hadn't been so stubborn
if you hadn't been so cruel
if you hadn't been you.
You'll never know what you missed
and I'll not linger on it.
For life moves,
swiftly and surely like the river to the ocean
and I will not be the dam blocking the current.
I'll flow with it and slip into the vastness of hope, love,
sweet contentment.
But who knows,
maybe when I am close to my own Zero Hour
I'll come back to your grave
forgotten and neglected, as you forgot and neglected me
and lay upon the rotting headstone a
single,
wilting,
White Rose…