The Last TIme

Tomorrow
close enough to touch
you will be here

There will be
no other
time

Surrounded
alone
how will I say
goodbye ?

How will I,
how can I,
smile ?
Will my face
collapse ?

How can I,
how will I,
make small talk ?
Will my tongue
shrivel ?

How can I,
how will I,
look upon you
and not take you
into my arms ?
Will my eyes
melt ?

No
None of this

I will be as I should
with a stone in my heart
heavy
Growing since the
day you left

How will I live with this heaviness ?

‘My guitar is angry
It won’t speak to me

‘Please won’t you write me a letter
One I will never read
Just one or two words
Of places we will never go
Together’

This heaviness
pain
love

This is the last time

————————————————

2012
and now

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About teserak1

I am Noman
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