I don't even feel the distance

Perhaps for all the wrong reasons and reasons I can never fathom, I’ve loved. Nothing dramatic ensues. It was, by any degree, a predictable ending. Short of a bruised ego and a shattered esteem, I must say that I am a lot more complete than I’ve ever been before. Not quite nirvana, but close.

100 days of wasted time, I attempt redemption by seeking respite from the omniscient one. But since the once-desired is still hair’s breadth away, I’ll trade my bullets for a voodoo doll.

‘Cause what other diplomatic ways are there to say goodbye?