where's the meaningful tug
pulling each other from the waist
our palms resting on each other's side
the fast world of businessmen and
mothers, us, standing like a patched heart
saying our goodbyes
where's the moment of silence
the pause, the deep breath, the uncertain
exhale, where's the lip biting, the half smiling,
the word choking, the not knowing
standing like two dandelions in the open field
facing each other, with nothing to say except
for when the wind blows,
we give each other a hundred wishes
where's the promise to never forget each other
where's the clever comeback to hold back the tears
where's that one moment that sums up everything
the birthday card, the christmas present, the one last trip
where's the humbleness in our voice
like we were speaking in goodbye
you disappeared out of my life like a name I forgot
like a word on the top of my head
so sudden, yet so smooth
like tender rain
like a distant anthem
sometimes the significance is not in how it ends
but the parts of you that are left afterwords
sometimes is all the time
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
where's the meaningful tug
pulling each other from the waist
our palms resting on each other's side
the fast world of businessmen and
mothers, us, standing like a patched heart
saying our goodbyes
where's the moment of silence
the pause, the deep breath, the uncertain
exhale, where's the lip biting, the half smiling,
the word choking, the not knowing
standing like two dandelions in the open field
facing each other, with nothing to say except
for when the wind blows,
we give each other a hundred wishes
where's the promise to never forget each other
where's the clever comeback to hold back the tears
where's that one moment that sums up everything
the birthday card, the christmas present, the one last trip
where's the humbleness in our voice
like we were speaking in goodbye
you disappeared out of my life like a name I forgot
like a word on the top of my head
so sudden, yet so smooth
like tender rain
like a distant anthem
sometimes the significance is not in how it ends
but the parts of you that are left afterwords
sometimes is all the time
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