I can miss you properly when you're away,
so please, please just leave.
It'd be better than to watch our connection decay
slowly but surely while unable to grieve.
We naturally drifted over time that flew by
as we changed from who we had been.
Talking less and less but still we'd deny
that we weren't the closest of friends.
It'd be easier to miss and to regret
all the things that I could have done.
Than to regret the things I'm not doing right now
while scared that the distance has won.