Cold air blowing through the door,
You leave us and don't come back anymore.
Eyes full of tears as you realize where you are going,
Emotions brewing but aren't yet showing.
You are just now throwing in the towel,
Facing the malicious scowl.
Walk past the turning faces,
Thinking of running and leaving no traces.
Steps echoing on the floor.
No turning back anymore.
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This is another on of those poems that I cant bear to name, and if you have any ideas for a name, I would consider using them, but I cant bear to try to figure one out on my own. Another personal poem, so I hope you enjoy it!