She Packed Her Bags

Walked out a leaving door once welcome, Goodbye waving from her streaming hair, She's over me while I'm drowning under why, Offered to carry old baggage she couldn't see, Thought it was I that was weighing her down, She didn't know her past was all laid on me, Not quite Atlas taking her world on my shoulders, Love doesn't always come true in the real world, Mine left standing there cold in a lonely doorway. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn