The last time I saw you, you were standing there at the gate, watching me walk away I was trying to look cool, like nostalgia in motion That’s a difficult thing to pull off when you’re constantly looking back You were smiling and waving, like it was all gonna be alright I secretly hated you for that Everything in my being screamed at me to turn around, to run back to you I wanted to take your hand in mine and pull you out of there like Wayne did to Cassandra… Only I didn’t
I did my duty I turned around one last time at the end of the longest hallway in the world and stole one last look Blinking back the burning sensation in my eyeballs and the tightness in my throat And then I plodded on Just like I was supposed to I had a stabbing pain in my gut like things would never be the same again Like the WE we were was dying and going away forever At the time I dismissed that sharp unbearable thought as sentimental weakness The sloshy musings of an admittedly overdramatic youth Never would’ve guessed my gut knew so much more than my thirsty brain With its linear logic and high powered deductive reasoning I told myself we’d be together again soon I told myself to focus on the task at hand, and you’d be the reward waiting for me at the end of it all The bright white light at the end of my long dark tunnel I told myself you’d be the sunshine on the other side of the mountain Knowing somewhere deep down it wasn’t true Knowing somewhere deep down, that the WE we were Now existed only in my fondest memories Only in the dark moments I would occasionally indulge on the cool side of my pillow I turned around And walked out of your life