The Last Good Bye

As I use the knife to take your life,
I remember all the good times we had,
that were, not to bad,
But I told you to go,
But for me you were to slow,
So now I say good bye,
With one last tear in my eye,

With the blood on the knife,
That took your life,
I stare into the air,
With such despair,
Wondering why I forgot the last good bye.