Goodbye So Proud and Thoughtful

Goodbye so proud and thoughtful, my one prize.
I am nothing, null and void, and do not care
because my eyes have photographed your eyes.

By growing up we damped a fire of lies –
delight so vital it could sometimes scare.
Goodbye so proud and thoughtful, my one prize.

There is no injury in this surprise,
now you have walked away into the air,
because my eyes have photographed your eyes.

Just silence, blank, and coldness that denies,
although I see your beauty everywhere.
Goodbye so proud and thoughtful, my one prize.

In speech you sparkle, thrillingly surmise –
I draw a little closer to the flare,
because my eyes have photographed your eyes.

Oh damn this sentiment, these sweetheart cries!
Why am I raked, why kindled to declare
“Goodbye so proud and thoughtful”? My one prize,
because my eyes have photographed your eyes.