Margaret Bailey Turner · Oct 23, 2011
you're walking away.

I'm not sure how you walked away.
I still don't think I can.
I've never begged the way I did
when I knew you were going to leave.

I wish I could at least watch
as you walked away,
but I know you won't let me.

I guess you're finished now,
but I'm still not done.

 
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