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Created on: April 26, 2008
How do you say goodbye to someone you love when you don't want him to go?
Do you look away? Look deeper into his eyes? Or just let him turn and walk away?
How do you deny someone's presence when he's become a part of you?
Do you tell yourself a lie each day, just to get you through?
How do you stop talking to him when you've developed a need for it?
Do you just wander aimlessly through what's left of the memories?
How do you learn to live without his smile and laugh when you've grown accustom to them?
Do you learn to merely be content with a picture that's frozen in time?
How do you let go of his hand when it's protected yours with warmth and strength?
Do you push it away and try not to remember how reassuring it felt?
How do you forget how his lips felt on yours when they've been burned into your soul?
Do you rub out your lips with the back of your hand in an attempt to blot out all sensation?
How do you walk out of his embrace when it's brought you comfort and peace?
Do you pretend that it didn't feel right when you know deep down it did?
How do you leave his love when it's grown inside you and taken root?
Do you try to dig it out and ignore the pieces left floating behind?
How do you say goodbye when you don't want to?
You watch him walk away as you say nothing
I couldn't say goodbye
I can't say goodbye.
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