I've never really let go.
I remember those who are gone,
and those who are leaving.
I remember those who touched my life,
not by name, but by action.
But at the same time,
I watch as they walk on out.
As they leave forever.
No attempt is made to stop it.
No words are spoken except
"I'll miss you."
...But, I don't want to miss you.
I don't want you to leave at all.
And as I raise my voice too late,
I hope that my words can change this.
Please. Don't leave me.
Please. Don't let go.
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