You know what? 
I hope you have a good life.
A happy one ,really.
I hope you find joy in everything you do.
But mostly, I hope you never think of me.
Of how you hurt me.
I hope you never let anyone down like you let me down.
I hope you never have to suffer.
I hope you realize that no matter what, I was always your firend and always would be. 
Even as I lie with the dirt and pain, 
I don't feel weak.
I feel like you gave me the opportunity to thrive in bliss because I'm confused.
I would rather be confused and happy than enraged in truth.
I hope that even when I thrive in life, and yours in weak and sad, you do not regret any choices you've made. Because if you did, that would be completely... karmic, now wouldn't it?