Adios

I'm never good at saying long goodbyes;
I'm far more of the sort who'd like to say
I'm leaving and then go; I suck at sighs,
And longing looks, and stopping on the way
To linger just a little more. Don't think
I do not do these things; no, no, I do;
I do them far more than I should. I sink
Into them, let them bear me through
The process. That's precisely what I mean
By being bad at it. I lack the skill
To simply say and go, and have it clean.
Or maybe it is simpler. I lack will.
Since I don't want to leave her, I can't let
Her go - or I - without that long regret.