New Moon: Thinking.
It’s been a while since he left.
Two months since I said goodbye.
I wonder how he’s doing.
I hope he’s doing fine.
How badly did I hurt her?
What’s happening to her now?
I want to see her.
But I promised…
…he promised he’d be gone.
A clean break.
Did he stop to think how that’d hurt me?
Well, I guess he doesn’t care.
Not anymore.
I hope she’ll get better.
I’ll never be the same.
I want to go back so badly.
But that will just hurt her more.
He’s never coming back.
But I want him to, so much.
Just to hear his voice.
Being away from him is killing me.
Maybe she’s found someone new.
Maybe she’s forgotten me, and she can heal.
I’m trying so hard to remember him,
Everything about him.
I’ll never be the same, now that I met him.
I hope, wherever she is, she’s happy.
I hope that, somewhere, he’s happy.
Heaven knows…
…I’m not
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