The Last Time You Get to Leave

The way you grasped my hand, would make a lesser girl cry. But I knew better, for this could be, the last and final goodbye. You spoke to me with such urgency I never knew before. But the real truth was the face I knew, that always followed a lie. You told me of the good days, when we laughed and talked with ease. But now times have changed and you don't come home to me. You used to lift me up, ever so happily. But now all you do is set me down with apathy. The day you let go of my hand, I knew it was our last. So as I walked away from you, I decided to never look back.