An Honest Farewell to the One I Love
The last tears of departure
roll down my cheeks
that are stained with the blush
of my morning laughter.
My eyes are exposed
looking down at the feet
of my soon-to-miss love.
Time is frozen with me;
within this moment of my lost breath
not knowing what the next step
to take is.
My hands start to tremble.....
Holding my luggage,
I tighten my grip
to show a sense of conformity.
I straighten my back,
lift my head,
and face the tall man before me.
"Goodbye," I say
with some sense of satisfaction -
and quickly I turn around;
the hands on the clock start
to tick again
as I step onto the evening train.
roll down my cheeks
that are stained with the blush
of my morning laughter.
My eyes are exposed
looking down at the feet
of my soon-to-miss love.
Time is frozen with me;
within this moment of my lost breath
not knowing what the next step
to take is.
My hands start to tremble.....
Holding my luggage,
I tighten my grip
to show a sense of conformity.
I straighten my back,
lift my head,
and face the tall man before me.
"Goodbye," I say
with some sense of satisfaction -
and quickly I turn around;
the hands on the clock start
to tick again
as I step onto the evening train.
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