Saying Goodbye

Our voices have long since stopped echoing

No glares or cold looks do we share

Common courtesies are respected at all times

Never do we lose our tempers with each other

But I wish that just once your facade would crumble

So I’d know you still felt something for me

You’ve stopped checking in with my friends

I’ve stopped calling your mom every Sunday morning

The belongings are back to their rightful owners

Our mutual friends never bring us up to each other

But I wish that just once they would

So I could ask how you have been lately

The letters and messages have disappeared

The photos are hidden in an old shoe box

One of your old shirts is hidden in the back of my closet

You, however, returned every one of my things

But I wish you hadn’t returned everything

So I’d have an excuse to speak you one more time

The goodbye letters are still unfinished

Lying in my little desk drawer, addressed to you

Waiting for me to be able to finish just one

To tell you everything and to apologize

For even the love that we once shared

Was merely an unfinished poem

Reviews

[Dolce Vita]

This poem really got to me. It's very powerful and tender. I can feel your pain...definitely politeness is worse than being real and showing what's raw.

[rosesofgrey]

Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it!

[who am I?]

The meaning and emotion behind this is amazing, i can truly feel it when I read this.

[rosesofgrey]

Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words!