Why does it always have to end, (longer)
By rmerwin
She's said it now that irreversible tinge that lingers in my stomach it is over. What about the promises the plans the furniture we shopped for to make the home we both dreamed of, forever? we were so close and now she's leaving. Only the details remain the distribution of emotional severances heaviness of heart unspeakable sorrow. I wonder what I'll do without her how long will tonight be how long will life be, alone? What about our families the holidays the gifts I had so painstakingly selected and hidden for so long? My breath weighted with unspoken apologies searching for any obscurity that could make her stay I have none. My heart calls out for begging The door swings closed behind her Why does it have to end? Why does it always have to end? Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 05:06 PM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 1
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"She's said it now..."