“Goodbye, Misery” I met her again by the river today, She smiled like sorrow that won’t go away. Her dress was made of old regret, Perfumed with things I can’t forget. She said, “Sit down, we’ll talk awhile, Remember when we used to smile?” I almost did, out of old routine, But her eyes were dull, no longer keen. I told her, “Love, you’ve had your reign, You’ve taught me lessons through your pain. But your house is cold, your walls are cracked, And I can’t keep crawling back.” I kissed her cheek