This won't be a one-shot prompt. Just a poem.
Oh, how I wish to turn back time
to when we didn't have to say goodbye
to be told to let go
and we respond 'why'
when it's time to let a good thing die
I still think of time we had
the calm before the storm
the laughs we shares, the jokes we made
the midnight talks and advice you gave
it makes me smile as if it was yesterday
but we both knew what was coming,
it was time to let a good thing die.
it isn't easy letting go
thinking there's still something you can do
looking for something that isn't there
in the cracks and crevices and corners
finding a reason
atleast one
otherwise it's time to let a good thing die.
And memories is all it'll ever be
it's for the best, for you and me
I'll see you soon indefinitely
and i hope it's not hate
you see when your gaze lands on me.
