Closure

It's done, I've pressed the self destruct button,
Finally made the irreversible choice.
This false face I will no longer put on,
Here you will not hear my distinctive voice;
I've gone elsewhere, to ply my chosen trade,
A new and greater challenge waits me there,
And time will show me if the choice I've made
In pain and grief at losing one so fair,
Is right; or will I soon come to regret
Words said in haste, thoughtless in my anger.
Were she here, she would tell, it's safe to bet
Of her relief, safe now from the danger
Of my judgemental words, and jealousy.
Fresh heights of joy to find, now that she's free.