Truest of goodbyes
The problem is that you see the real me
You know I do not tumble I just fall
I’m worried just how clearly you might see
Almost every night will end in a brawl
We lie together but are miles apart
My eyes only ever meet a blank stare
I am worried I only see her in part
You are unaware of the amount I care
As it all seemed to be slowly progressing
The time has come for me to bid farewell
Your health, with haste, has finally digressed
I swear I will try my best not to dwell.
You have left me,alone, to slowly waste away
after it all this is how you repay
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