You said it’s unintended farewell,
but your eyes shows you’re
lying, lying, lying.
You can’t even look straight to me,
as my tears starts
flowing, flowing, flowing.
As I try to keep
my broken heart
beating, beating, beating,
you closed the door,
and leave me with no air for
breathing, breathing, breathing.
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Coming to this week’s prompt – here is what I have in mind – I want you to write a poem about the farewell you gave but didn’t mean to – the good-bye you said but hoped that you will meet again at the crossroads. I know it happened to me before, more than once – that I got onto a train, waved my hands involuntarily, the people I left behind fading slowly and that only made me realize how strong the bond was. I hope you will enjoy writing this – come join me and celebrate poetry.