The act of letting you go was hard,
But how could I not, it wasn't a choice.

The loneliness is now striking me bad,
But I'm afraid I can't give it a voice.

The compromises I do are just sad,
I'm thankful to you for the joyce.

The venture I chose is plain mad,
I know, that's why my words devoice.

I'm thankful for your support my lad,
Unvoiced, but you were not my toys.

Its not fair to be in a triad,
I need to first make myself poise.

One last thing I'd like to add,
You were a song amidst the noise.