Tuesday, May 10, 2011

You're going everywhere, and I'm just right here in hiding.

Everything is packed in your car -
All the pieces of you that I love, just not your smile.
That'll be the last thing to go
And it's honestly what I've been dreading most.
I shouldn't have come here pre-your leaving,
It's just killing me;
You see that it is too, I'm thinking,
Always trying to keep my teeth visible
And your eyes are always twinkling in my direction.


What's tearing me apart, though, are the words I haven't said -
I realized just last night,
So tired and sad and alone
That the one thing I never ever did was
To tell you, softly,
"please don't go..."

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