Goodbye, My Love, the Object of My Fury

Hear me read the poem
as an MP3 file

Goodbye, my love, the object of my fury!
Opening this door may bring me peace.
Of you, my rage has been both judge and jury,
Determined not to grant you your release.
Be well, my love! I hope you find a lover
You can deceive. For me, there'll be no other,
Except all hearts be pure and lying cease.