you'll wake up tomorrow, and i'll be gone.
no good byes, no closure.
no note of apology or reason, no declaration of love.
no worry or care the night before.
i'll just
be
gone.
maybe then you'll care.
maybe then you'll worry.
maybe then you'd feel regret.
maybe then you'd feel guilt.
maybe then you'll pay attention to the words i've spoken.
i'll be gone,
then you'll come back.
what a shame that you only cared - no.
what a shame you only wanted to be there when tragedy struck.
when you realized i was the one who wouldn't come back.
when you realized that's exactly how i felt every single time you left me.
i woke up those mornings, and you were gone.
now you'll wake up every tomorrow, and i'll be gone.
YOU ARE READING
The Forgotten Journals III
PoesíaPart Three of "The Forgotten Journals" Series. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite." (Act II, scene ii) Roméo & Juliet
