it hurt much more at first
to let you go so quickly
your physical being
and the identity I created
the person I made you into
four years disolve into abyss
suddenly you have become
nothing more than a name
people whisper casually in passing
while glancing my direction
I loved you, I spent so much time
which now feels painfully wasted
on being who you you wanted
the perfect temporary girl
beautiful and obsolete
and when I tried to talk to you
my words sunk between us like stones
hit the concrete ground with a thud
and vanished with no apology
I could see the empty in your eyes
and even after that afternoon
I saw you, you called my phone
once a month, asking to meet again
every time I swore it would be the last
I give in so easily
there should have been a Last Look
in the library, on the second floor
I stood peering down from the stairs
cheeks red with promise of tears
\"Goodbye Jack\"
that should have been the last time
and now you are gone with dignity
you run away holding all my cards
and I remain the fool another day
still waiting for your message