I am not the same girl I was at twenty-two
When I fell in love with you.
Nor are you the same man that you were
When we first met.
I remember that September
When we walked and talked and ate together.
I am now twenty-five
And much more alive
Since I've let go of hurt and held on to hope.
You are twenty-nine
And I guess you're fine
Because we haven't spoken since you left.
I remember that day
When you stood in my doorway.
You politely declined a cup of tea
Yet let in as you hugged me.
But this time this really is goodbye.
This time though, there's no need to cry.