Opus

Gone

\\ old poem \\

You're gone
and it's not that I want you to come back,
but when I see your room locked and closed
when I see all those places where you used to be,
where you used to stay,
I feel so alone.

It's been too long, and it's been too bad
every memory of yours is tinged with pain.
Sometimes, when I think of all that's happened
I can't help feeling glad that you're gone away.
We spoke through eyes
When I dared to look up into yours.
'Cause words were forbidden.
You pretended I didn't exist
You struggled to keep floating
And I struggled to believe,
To forgive,
To forget you.
But some things are not easily forgotten.
You kept coming back
And I kept crying in the rain.
I kept starting all over again.

You're gone out in this big, bad world,
to make your way
while I remained behind, in this rotten old place
Waiting for my time.
I was tired of running away from you,
But

Every time I pass the corners, where together we stood
Every time I pass the rooms, where times were so good
And where love had started,
I can't hold back my tears.