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I wish I could tell you,
How much you mean to me.
When I try to write about my feelings,
They simply escape me.
At 10 past 5
You waved goodbye
To your old life
Saying; “I’ll see you all on the other side”.

You saw your son
For the first time
In over a decade
I swear you both must have cheered and cried.

And with his arms open wide your son was singing; “Dad what took you so long?”
I keep hoping it’s a dream,
Or a nightmare I can flee,
But then I wake up to reality.
Can’t my sleep stop fooling me?

What am I supposed to do?
I look for an answer or a clue,
But then I get stuck because,
I can’t believe we’ve lost you.
Does it make you feel good?
When your digesting me.
Just so your mouth,
Has some gossip to speak.
Please stop sending
the late night texts.
When your feeling lonely
And your binge-drinking in bed.

Please stop sending
Us these strange images.
When your feeling h*rny
And your thinking that he’s into it.

This obsession
isn’t healthy,
Let me help you
understand.

He doesn’t love you,
like you want him to.
Because he sees you
as a friend.

So don’t you think
that your bad habit
should come to an end?
Do you remember that time we snuck into the studio and danced together?
What about our first kiss under the lamppost?
Do you also remember all of this joy?
The carelessness of being young and having fun.
It went from catching feelings, to boarding trains just so we could spend more moments together even if it meant just running through the rain…

and then
The door closed.
You had another leading lady in your life.
Our chapter had come to an end.
And as I stood on the stage.
We faded to black.

I trembled thinking what life would be like without you.

— The End —