you’re gone.
and you may come back,
but i won’t be waiting at your doorstep.
you’re gone. and so i am.
you left me behind,
not once,
but twice.
this has happened before.
i’ve left before you can come home.
treat me like dirt,
i’ll treat you like mud.
you’ve done this before,
not only to me.
you’ve done this before,
so how could i not see.
how could i not tell
that you would leave without saying goodbye.
how could i not see that i wasn’t important to you at all,
but you were important to me.
i never got a goodbye from you,
and its such a shame
because, you see,
you will never
hear a hello from me.