The Last

I sit next to my window 
Watch the sea below 
Finally, summer has finished its blow 
All summer you were gone 
I sit in the same chair you spent so long 
So many years 
Too many tears 
Now that you’re gone. 
You left me alone in less than a sentence 
Your warning was not preceded by lack of love 
You got what you wanted until the day you were gone 
I am left with everything you did not want 
I am left alone, with myself. 
This is the dangerous part. 
Who will be there when I come home? 
I am left alone. 
I sit in your chair 
Remnants of you still here 
I keep your last parcel folded like you’ll be back 
Stare at the door 
Nothing. You planned your attack. 

And then, one day you do
To tell me you love me 
I believe you 
Give in to the one I’ve been waiting for 
Smile at your promises 
you know you won’t keep 
I’m weak 
Take me because I’m weak
I’ll give it to you because that’s what I need. 
you leave. 
Beg you to stay
Say you’ll be back again someday
Someday will never come 
I will be gone. 
Need to leave the place we called our home 
Need to run away from all the things that keep reminding me of 
You. 
Yeah, I’m gonna run away from you 
If it’s the last thing I ever do.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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