It's time to say goodbye.
But I don't want to.
You're leaving,
But I tried to hold onto your hand still, gripping.
Will you stay with me if I say I don't want you to go?
If I need to, I'll beg.
I can't let this pass by, so call me dumb for asking for a chance.
My eyes leaking tears to the floor,
You hold my hand and loosen the grip.
Turn your back against me.
And leave.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
