A Mockingbird

The hardest thing in life

is the last tears we shed

when we say goodbye:

when one is unwillingly

forced to part ways

without wanting to part ways

from the heart, as our eyes sadly cry;

because you’ve held to

this fairytale, this lavender hope

that one day, everything will be okay,

a spurious dream that plays in your head:

when in fact, you’re just being led

into a rabbit hole instead;

so with all your might

let those droplets of tears fall

for the last time

for you’ve got a mockingbird to kill

knowing in the end, goodbye is inevitable

and a necessary evil.