Our time is at an end, my dear.
I’m going to miss you
Even though I wish more than ever to forget you:
You brought me much pain and stress
Once in January, I thought I’d nearly died
Except you had other plans
And brought be back — no escaping this strife
You have been the best that happened to me
Is it love or infatuation
I’m hoping come 31st night I’ll know the answer,
Until then, I’d prefer to say goodbye to you
Now and ever, 2021.
PhilOyok 