Farewell in Shadows

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Just as the sun bids farewell to the day,
I stand beneath the ancient tree, on this hill where we once met.
Immersed in the breathtaking scenery,
Or perhaps lost in the depths of my thoughts,
Reflecting on the words you once spoke.

You'll never know the countless nights
I dreamt of this day's arrival,
The endless days I yearned for this moment,
The countless 11:11 wishes for those words to reach my ears,
The multitude of sunsets I witnessed, waiting for your voice.

When you whispered, "I'm back, I'm sorry.
I promise never to leave you again,"
And "I love you, please return to me,
I'll always be here for you."
"Give us another chance, a fresh start,
I'll make it right this time."

But you arrived too late, and time has passed,
Time enough for me to mend my broken heart,
To stand tall on my own once more,
To genuinely smile and sleep without nightmares,
To wake each morning with a tear-free face,
To accept that you're not returning.

No longer will I lie to our friends,
Saying, "I'm fine without you."
As I gaze upon the city lights below,
After the sun sets, just as you did long ago,
I find myself facing you, locked in your warm gaze,
Especially the sincerity that time had stolen.

I exhale deeply, wiping the tears from your face,
"I thank you for everything, it meant the world to me,
But now, I'm truly fine.
I've released you, along with the love I once held,
Just as you asked so long ago.
Perhaps it's best for you to return to your life,
To chase your dreams, now within reach.
This way, you'll know I'm genuinely fine,
And I'll know you'll thrive beyond all of this."

You grasp my hand, whispering, "If it brings you peace, I'll let you go.
It won't be easy, I know, but it's better than losing you completely."
"But please remember, when I say I'll always be here for you, I mean it."
With one final, tight embrace, I whisper, "Goodbye."

Goodbye, without holding back.
Goodbye, without regrets.
Farewell to our love and cherished memories.
Goodbye to us, and to our rendezvous.

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