I,
Have leaked,
When I realize,
She's gone,
And I'm not with her,
And everything,
Is gone,
But how?
How could she be gone?
I thought that she loved me.
That we truly meant something,
And maybe,
We did,
And I just didn't think,
About the future.
I thought about us,
Older,
Together,
But I skipped a few years,
In between,
And it would be wrong of me,
To blame her,
For giving up on us,
Because when she,
Walked out that door,
It was clearly,
As hard for her,
As it was for me,
And now,
I'm left with the question,
Of why I didn't try,
To listen to her,
Or her offer to go with her,
Even though I know,
I couldn't leave,
I should have,
Talked to her,
And now,
Our last words,
Are words of hurt,
And words of pain,
And in that moment,
I decide that she,
Will not leave,
Without seeing me,
One last time.
Without feeling,
Our love,
One,
Last,
Time.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
