POEM: Good Bye

To many reasons.

I used to cry.

Like if I pryed.

A splinter out of my hand.

Standing on top of sand.

I know the reason you left.

And, left me in all this mess.

I'm glad I don't play chess.

I was the perfect man.

Who gave you a hand.

I will remember you in my memory.

Everytime I smile, and go to bed.

I love to hear your voice.

It brings back so many memories.

I just wish that you feel the same.

I know you feel the same.

And, your feelings are not lame.

Is it too late?

I don't know.

But, there is only so much I can do.

For you.

I will be okay.

I will be sane.

FIN