He saw the sadness in your eyes
And he looked away
That's when you know
It's time to walk away
One last time
you stared at me
The way you did before
When it was still meant to be
So long love, my forever goodbye
Never again will you have to see me cry
The past few years have been so rough
But one day I'll look back
and have a good laugh
Countless farewells
and now one last time again
The journey ahead without "us"
will begin
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
