Where are we going? Where are you now?
I came to seek you, but you hide underground
Unable to hear you, unable to see;
I’m starting to wonder, are you done with me?
An outreached hand, my palm wide open
Will you take it willingly, with words unspoken?
I understand if you cut the ties
But before you do, just tell me why
I lay it all out: I miss you so…
If you say goodbye, I just want you to know
You’re still with me in my dreams
And I thank you for the memories.
Vanessa said:
WOW…. This poem is really sad! It must be so hard to leave the fates up to someone else, even if you’re the one wanting it to work. Great poem!