and so I said, “Go on girl, get out of that door”
when she turned her head and cried “Don’t you love me anymore?”
with teeth clenched tight I looked away as if to say,
maybe forever, but I can’t today.
Ribbons of sadness flee from the hearth of her amber irises.
Mascara streams down her cheeks , which is foreign to me,
and unfortunately, I can feel myself start to choke
on the massive lump in my throat.
So I take a deep breathe, heavy and deep.
As sobs crash against my ivory teeth.
We both stand silent, somber, and still.
It takes all I have not to stare at her feet.
She meets my gaze and says “This is it.”
A force a smile, though I know I’ll lose sleep,
smoke more often for days, and live with the pit
in my stomach and chest.
Through my forced smile I say,
“It’s for the best”.
“But you’re gone tommorrow and here today!
and I wouldn’t want you any other way”
Even when sobbing she knows just what to say
“let me back in your arms, it’s the best place to stay.”
“You know I’ll still be here, anytime of the day?
if you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away”
She falls into my arms, and I hold her tight.
All I can hope for, is that she knows,
when your eyes and smile are bright,
when you come to bed wearing my clothes,
the little way that you bite your lip
how you tolerate my big ugly toes
most importantly, how you never lose grip
of at least one good thing, when we’re both low
in spirits, after a hell-of-a-day.
What I’m trying to say, is that I hope you know,
I love you in so many different ways,
but this love has to wait,
because I. just can’t today.
