Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2013
She drew out their goodbyes as long as he'd let her
because she never really wanted to leave him.

                      I adore you.
                               I'll miss you.
                                    Goodnight boo.

                                                 But waking up to his messages somehow made her bed seem less empty.
                                                                ­        And she hated empty things.
                                                                ­                           So she endured goodbyes
                                                        ­                                               in exchange for tomorrow's good morning.
Circa 1994
Written by
Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
457
   Tif and Isabella Pullivan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems