The Way You Left
Goodbye
You left in the quiet of the morning. The sun just risen, the birds starting to sing.
You left slowly, like you might change your mind, like you thought I might welcome you back, like I might beg you stay.
But there was no turning back for you. The decision had been made, the tears had been shed, the pleading had grown fruitless, dead on our lips, leaving a bad taste behind.
There was hope that things would change, that things would get better, and everything would work out. But hope was gone, quicker than you.
And you mumbled an “I love you” like it made a difference.
The way you left still hurt, tore at my insides, opened a hole I wasn’t sure I’d ever fill. You were just gone, never coming back.
And as I sat by your grave, I could still feel the warmth of your hand in mine, could still picture the light in your eyes, could still hear those last pointless words.
The way you left made me wish I had said “I love you” back.
You left slowly, like you might change your mind, like you thought I might welcome you back, like I might beg you stay.
But there was no turning back for you. The decision had been made, the tears had been shed, the pleading had grown fruitless, dead on our lips, leaving a bad taste behind.
There was hope that things would change, that things would get better, and everything would work out. But hope was gone, quicker than you.
And you mumbled an “I love you” like it made a difference.
The way you left still hurt, tore at my insides, opened a hole I wasn’t sure I’d ever fill. You were just gone, never coming back.
And as I sat by your grave, I could still feel the warmth of your hand in mine, could still picture the light in your eyes, could still hear those last pointless words.
The way you left made me wish I had said “I love you” back.
♠ ♠ ♠
The end.