Goodbye
I know it's getting close,
to that time we say goodbye
No glancing at the clock,
I just see it in your eyes.
"I don't want to let you go."
And now I hear it in your voice.
And the part that hurts the most
is that we have no choice.
As I pull you closer
I can feel it in your touch.
I lift your chin,
your sweet kiss tastes of farewell.
Yep, this is goodbye,
I can sense it, I can tell.
When will I see you again?
I wonder, but I can't even speak.
My stomach balds
into the tightest knot, and
my blood rushing.
Please do not forget me,
I think, still unable to talk.
I want to pull you back,
towards the exit you walk.
And I just stand here
pretending that I will be okay,
knowing with every ounce of me,
how I wish that you would stay.
I put my sweaty palm in yours
and walk you to the door.
I feel as though I will implode,
into my deepest, most inner core.
I give you a hug, inhale deeply,
so I'll remember your scent,
and I just smile and wave,
waiting anxiously to vent.
And then it happens,
you walk out the door.
My heart aches reminding me
of all the love notes.
And all the sweet thoughts I think,
but yet never said.
My mind taunts me of places I forgot to feel.
And how everything with you is different,
everything is real.
Too late, you're gone,
without knowing what I had to say.
Instead of making you feel like you make me feel,
I let my pride get in the way.
So afraid to open up and get hurt,
I stand here by the door and ask myself why?
I wasn't wise enough, strong enough
to put the good before bye
