poetry ;; typical_writers

goodbye. | edited

I climbed up onto the roof and laid down, the constellations reminded me of your Smile.

I put on an old Indie vinyl,

the notes reminded me of your feelings.

I laid my body in the ocean and thought of your laugh.

I pricked my finger on a rose and remembered the beautiful flowers I gave you the day you left.

I looked up at the night sky, black, like the color I wore the last time I saw you.

I laid in bed and saw the peaceful image of you, asleep, in my mind.

After you left, everything reminded me of you.

You left, but your never gone.

I wouldn't say anything went wrong

I don't regret you in anyway, it wasn't your fault you had to die.

But I never got a proper farewell, so here it goes, goodbye.