Growing up comes with heartaches

Let's not save our broken friendship

with glue or some adhesive tape

not with awkward encounters

trying to relive moments we cannot remember. 

I have no energy to spare for some game of pretend

and you do not have the time to be straight when you're bent.

we already have ghosts we buried deep under

and sometimes, somehow connections get severed.

Goodbye is never easy, so we say see you soon instead

and I miss yous even if all I want is to go to bed. 

I run out of words not because I do not have some stories to tell,

maybe because there is that grip on my arm, and I refuse to go back to hell.

Sometimes, somehow, we learn to spare a part of us

and imprison effort so it does not give us more cuts. 

Let us choose ourselves this time,

no matter how selfish, 

I was not the friend you had before. 

 and I'm sure you are not the girl I treasured as well. 

Here I am

saying,

"farewell."