I knew our last goodbye was the last goodbye. ‘Bye’
I think i sense a change in us, a bridge was burnt. A fork in the road you are taking the left and im taking the right. You wanted to make your own way without me.
I didn’t want to see the car leave. Though at the corner my eyes i saw for the last time. I sighed and i just walked on. Past the automatic doors, past the counters and sat at the gate. Heart, what is there left but a piece was torn and left to bury here.
I already miss the curly hair, that cheeky smile and that precocious confidence.
I would just love you from afar but always here when you need me back.
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