We were so happy once, we traveled everywhere you wanted to. We traveled to Paris, Venice, Florence, Provence, and so many other places. You seemed infatuated with France and Italy but I didn't mind, because I was infatuated with you. So I went everywhere you wanted me to go.
You were so happy, seeing your smile shine so brightly made it all worth it. Even when there were times I almost regretted it, those regrets quickly faded at the sound of your laugh. But, now we're at the end of our trip. You have to go back to school, and I have to go back to my prison.
You still smiled when we had to say goodbye. Tears were in your eyes and it broke my heart, seeing you trying to be strong when all you wanted to do was break apart in my arms.
"We'll meet again, this isn't forever," you choke.
"Then why does it feel like it is?" I cried.
All you did was hug me. You hugged me until it was your time to leave, I waved goodbye. I regret saying goodbye. I regret not being able to tell you confidently that I love you. By the time my legs tried moving to catch you, it was already too late and you were half way across the horizon.
I was too late and the last thing I told you was goodbye. I never meant that goodbye, to be a forever thing.
So why haven't you come back to me?
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PoesíaA few thoughts, poems, and whatever the fuck I want it to be. Don't read if you're easily offended because some of these topics are really sensitive.
