as you walked through Gate 91
there was just a glimmer of hope
that you would turn around
for just one more embrace.
Just one.
Even just one more look back
you would have seen the river
gushing down my face
you finally did it
you had my stone heart crumble.
Aren't you proud of yourself?
I will never understand
how you could just leave.
Just like that.
How many time will it take for me
to learn that people are temporary
and what better person to learn that lesson
from, than the person i call Dad?
YOU ARE READING
noceur
PoetryIf you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about...
