The last poem hurt; this one just has me numb.
December 12, 2019
Wishing You the Best, Even if that isn’t Me
I hope you are happy.
And if you are not,
I hope you will be.
I hope she makes you happy
more than I ever could.
I hope she cooks with you
like we once did.
Let her love you
more than I do.
Talk to her
as you do me.
I respect your choice.
I understand.
I wouldn’t have picked me either.
Just be happy,
and I will smile through my tears
through all my fears
for you
what I wouldn’t do.