Gone
Gone
I missed the ship
Oh no, oh f*ck, oh sh*t!
And as the silhouette
Flickers and dips
(carrying my last old suitcase)
And fades like the evening sun,
I try to picture your tired and lovely face
But nothing comes.
A man hands me a little note
Grey and creased
Where you wrote
That you just couldn’t wait
Anymore
And as my tears finally fall, but much too late
And make pretty stars on the floor
I hold my once proud head in my empty hands
And don’t know anymore.
And can’t understand
How I could lose the person I most adore
And the one most worth
Living and dying for.
© Sangeet Portals 2019
Copyright © Sangeet Portals | Year Posted 2021
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