Goodbye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Blind sided, lost, stolen. To the one I once loved and will forever love.

Submitted: July 12, 2019

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I stood there on the curb where you left me. My face tilted downward covered by soaked hair, hiding the tears that fell on the ground before me. No one would know I was crying. No one could tell. The pitter patter of my mournful tears blended with the screaming rain that poured down before me. The street lights became my enemies, for nothing could bring light to a night so dark. I watched your goodbye letter follow the stream towards the drain, hoping that those words you wrote would drown in the sewers, similar to how you flooded my heart with pain.  

Although the ink may smudge and the paper might tear, I will never forget the things you wrote. The delicate hand that was quite smaller than mine, but yet seemed to fit so perfectly between my fingertips, the hand that used to play with my tangled hair, wipe my tears; the hand that would touch me in ways to make me laugh, and others to make me moan. The hand that eventually tore right through my skin. With such beautiful penmanship, those cursive letters drew a hole right around my heart.  

You stood there with my heart in one hand, and this letter in the other. Sheltered by the rain with your umbrella, you avoided storm you knew was about to come. You opened my chest like an empty mailbox, leaving those painful words behind. Hoping that the mail would be received and understood, you left with blood on your hands; and what was once mine, you never gave back.  

I wish I never stepped out that day. I wish I knew it was going to rain, and I still pray to god that that letter was sent to the wrong address. Maybe if I checked the weather- maybe if I tried harder, I would’ve known what was instore. 

I hope this is the right address. I hope you receive my letter. 

Until then, just know I’ll be waiting with a tight grip on how sorry I am in one hand, and how much I love you in the other.  



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