Sonnet XIII

Goodbye, I say, to that which I've held dear
In spite of no returns of what I'd said
Today or last or years no longer here.
Let go this err and slowly rest its head.
Goodbye, to you, and talks that never flew
Beyond the paltry sums of bygone days.
And never past the words that spoke untrue
Of failed intents; I never did amaze.
I say goodbye but mean not an offence
But simply bid farewell to that which meant
The world to me. So now I leave here, hence,
And walk the winding roads: some straight, some bent.
Farewell to thee; do not look back to these
But move in grace while I fade to the breeze.