I Get The Urge For Going But I Never Seem To Go

[uncalledfor]

Thought I was fine.
It's been two weeks.
Not a single tear.
Then today it came.
A brown package.
Sitting on my bed.
Waiting to be opened.
First I just stared at it.
Read the address over.
And over and over again.
Then I finally opened it.
The first tear fell, leading
an army down my cheek
to rebel against my composure.
This was the last time.
The one last exchange.
Cloaked in bubblewrap.
And not even in person.
I lifted it to my nose.
Hoping for his scent.
Nothing. It's gone.
Just like us. Goodbye.