Goodbye
The same place where the body laid,
is also where I sighed.
The day that I got to know you,
was also the day that you died.
I tried to grasp that concept,
But I wouldn’t let you die.
I don’t know if it’s out of guilt,
that I didn’t say goodbye.
But I still locked myself in,
that closed state of mind.
I want to say I’m sorry,
I want another try.
But since I can’t,
I know I’ll try,
to just stick with goodbye.
is also where I sighed.
The day that I got to know you,
was also the day that you died.
I tried to grasp that concept,
But I wouldn’t let you die.
I don’t know if it’s out of guilt,
that I didn’t say goodbye.
But I still locked myself in,
that closed state of mind.
I want to say I’m sorry,
I want another try.
But since I can’t,
I know I’ll try,
to just stick with goodbye.
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I had to make a poem about a person that I was truly upset about their death and my grandma came to my mind. This assignment really got me thinking about the time I spend with my family. And I hope it touches you the same way it did to me."Tay"