No Goodbyes, Yet

No Goodbyes, Yet

A Poem by Kate

I can't seem to let go
Though fiercely I try.
I pledge that I will
Yet I know it's a lie.

Like a bookcase, my mind
Is stacked with memories we weaved.
Nostalgia consumes me,
My heartbreak left unrelieved.

You've left me bitter and cold
Yet my love is still true.
My lonely heart anticipates
being rescued by you.

Though you never arrive,
I'm left forsaken, alone.
Because you are absent
I face life on my own.

The days I basked in the sun
Were days spent laughing with you
Love for you still remains
Somehow I wish that you knew.

There are many words left unsaid
Words I'm too scared to have spoken
I long for your company,
To mend the heart you have broken.

We had more than a friendship,
I offered all that I could
My world revolved around you
No one else understood.

You cross my mind often
Memories of us fill my mind.
I refuse to forget you,
I shall not yet say goodbye.

© 2011 Kate


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This is a beautiful poem. It literally brought tears to my eyes while I was reading through it. There is so much emotion and longing, it's a heartbreaking piece.

So often I think we let our hearts rule, and we don't see that the best thing we can do for ourselves is to try our best to move on. We need to realize that the people who would hurt us are the people that are not worth our time or concern, no matter how special they might be to us. True love is one that never dies, and that is never unrequited.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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This is a beautiful poem. It literally brought tears to my eyes while I was reading through it. There is so much emotion and longing, it's a heartbreaking piece.

So often I think we let our hearts rule, and we don't see that the best thing we can do for ourselves is to try our best to move on. We need to realize that the people who would hurt us are the people that are not worth our time or concern, no matter how special they might be to us. True love is one that never dies, and that is never unrequited.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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