When did
my dreams
drift so far
from yours

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I don't know if it's because
we stopped caring about the truth
or if
we never told it in the first place

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having the last word
is rarely as sweet as they say
what is seen as triumph
goes out with a wheeze
no ends are tied
no resolutions reached
not even a goodbye
unfathomable that it will be
the last you hear from me
a limp excuse
of a parting gift
many poems written
in honor of you
meaning nothing now
unable to speak again
separation so quick
painless and agonizing
nary a farewell
a question
an answer
“alright, thank you”

It is not you I really need;
Riches and fame are what you seek.
Person who loves in order to gain fame,
Which is the thing that wipes out a good name!

See if what I have written is true;
Think it over and be more careful.
I love _ _ more than you;
Thank you, good-day and adieu!

I so desperately
wanted your love
that I thought it was what
I needed to be happy
turns out
you were only
in the way

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There are far too many goodbyes for me,
though in its own moment, each has its place.
There’s infinite goodbye variety,
from “see you soon” to gone without a trace.

The polite wave goodbye across a crowd,
the goodbye of one fixed in distant gaze,
hopeless and anguished goodbyes cried aloud,
relieved goodbye a babysitter says.

But two goodbyes rip me apart inside—
no return or return I know not when.
Which is worse I had hoped not to decide,
until I said the worse goodbye again.

Final goodbyes to one gone forever
hurt  less than “goodbye, love, till whenever.”

I don't know
why I apologize
for everything
even
loving you


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I wonder what it will be like
To look back on those nights we spent
Talking about reality while chasing our dreams
I wonder if you've found it now
If you're still a dreamer like me
Or
Has reality taken you from me
Again?

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do you remember when we still loved each other?

or- we did not know it was love-

we fell asleep together

and did not see each other again