Gone

My tears drip down your windowpanes

Down shower drains like quiet rains

 

I turned to you, but you did not see

You could not see, right in front of me

 

The sound you heard was my glass heart breaking

My chest is aching while my hands are shaking

 

Look at me I begged you please

I’m on my knees amidst the trees

 

I called for you, but you did not hear

You could not hear, yet you are so near

 

I watch you leave, swallowed by the mist

The face I kissed and the life I’ll miss

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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