Longing, in lassitude
I bid thee adieu
Departed, now solace
Found in the few

You were the best
I never had
And in my misanthrope
I find my soul glad

Heartened, as a hermit
Paper shoes donned
Time waxes, a moon
O'er your memory, gone

Goodbyes are overdone
I hope you don't mind
Life is far too short
For me to be kind

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chronos, in the year 643 AF.