The Lonely Hour

The Leaving II

I remember the leaving.

I remember asking,

praying you would tell me

not to leave,

but to stay.

But instead, you stood in silence

Staring coldly at the ground

My heart began to tear

like so many times before

as I pray you'll lift you gaze

and see the holes you've made.

Only now do I look away,

afraid of the mess I've made

but it's too late.

You say wait,

and ask for more time,

to say nothing again,

and still, I ask for my answers,

now begging,

praying on my knees.

But you will not say you love me,

and need me not to stay.

The love once

we might've had was broken,

flawed so much more than most.

But I thought

so hopelessly,

that regardless we could cope.

I see now that I was right

to leave and walk away.

Three days gone by

so lonely now,

I hear 

of all the people you call.

But they will not be me,

and I hope they, too, 

do not fall. 

Because the falling seems so easy,

so harmless, at first.

But when the wind ends,

and your body hits the ground, 

you're left again so broken,

begging for help,

when there is no one left around.