Goodbye

June 19, 2018

GOODBYE

Your suitcase is standing by the door

Is it your way of saying this is the end?

That you feel you can’t love me anymore?

But then I never did intend,

To make you stay, if you were unsure,

That we could not go on as before.

There’s a letter on the kitchen table,

With my name written on it, in big letters.

I didn’t miss it deliberately, but was unable,

To read what I know, is for the best,

For us both – no use living a lie,

It's time for you to say goodbye.

(with love from your mother)

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