When I lose her,
And it will be soon.
I will not allow my eyes to know tears, or permit my heart to feel pain, or give my voice leave to howl at the careless moon.
I will not show grief, or exhibit sorrow, or display my suffering through a torrent of bleak and ruined words.
I will not linger over her image, or reread her messages, or recall the heady days when her beauty and her body and her dreams belonged to me.
I will only smile and gently let her go.
Truly glad she has found someone,
to make her happy.