Is This Goodbye?

I don't want to say goodbye.

Not yet.
_{Not yet.
Not yet.}

I'm afraid.
Afraid of the future.
Afraid of being alone.

We both know that this is for the best.
But I don't want to let you go.
I'm being selfish.

But, we'll have to part soon.
Drawing this out isn't healthy.

So,

I wish you well.  
I hope that you can be happy.
I hope that you can find deep, meaningful love.
I hope that you can find someone that can take care of you
the way you need to be taken care of.

Is this goodbye? 

Honestly, I don't know.

I'm leaving.
We're drifting apart.
It looms over our heads.
Whispers in our ears.

_Yes
Yes
Yes

But, is this really
goodbye?