I said hello;
when we first met
at the back of the bookstore
I said hello;
when he called me
on the number I gave him
a week prior
I said hello;
when I woke up the next morning
with him holding me
in his arms
I said hello;
at his sister's wedding
where I cooked with his mom
and danced with his father
I said hello;
after we fought
for two hours straight
at three in the morning
because I didn't know what else to say
I said hello;
to his friend
when he told me
that he went on a trip away from me
I said hello;
when he came back
the next day
and twirled me around happily
I said hello;
every time
I was happy
So it was hard
and painful
when I said goodbye
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Strange Poems
ŞiirAt the end of the day At the end of a book At the end of a year At the end of a page At the end of a poem At the end of a world There is always still a story to be told ©commicle 2014 all poems belong to me
