Gone

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I still remember
that moment
when you said you had to go.
And there were so many things 
that were going through my head
that I couldn't even tell you 'no'.

So I watched you turn your back on me
and walk away, hurt.
And all the things that I had thought,
they made me feel like dirt.

Out of all the people that I have met,
I didn't think you'd be the one who left.
But I was wrong,
and since I'm not strong,
I couldn't accept that you were gone.

I can't bring myself to believe
that this might be the end,
and it'll be awhile until
this wound finally mends.

But people change, it happens all the time,
and as long as it's been,
I can't yet say that this feeling is sublime.

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