The day you left, without leaving


Do you remember pillow talking
On the edge of the world
We'd dream of having a beautiful boy
And a beautiful girl

Do you remember the pain
In the morning kiss goodbye
Then no one else that day
Could make us smile

Do you remember free falling
From the top of that life
We'd scream through the city
As if we could fly

Do you remember the sting
As we'd hang up the phone
2 voices on a wire
Never feeling alone

But honey it seems to me
Remembering how good it use to be
And living off past glories
Well they ain't the same thing

Now I hear your voice so familiar I hear it calling out my name
And I see you smile so similar
But it's never been quite the same

Since the day you left
Without leaving me
You left without a trace
Now I endlessly track your footprints
Trying to find out who you became..

Yes I endlessly track your footprints
And I know you do the same
Coz every track I've been following
Leads me back to whence I came.


  • psychofemale

    this was beautiful. i loved this one πŸ™‚ thanks for sharing

    • Edthepoet

      Hi, no problem thanks for reading. I'm happy you liked it so much πŸ™‚

    • whisperingquill

      Really well constructed poet
      Much props

      • Edthepoet

        Thank you, that means a lot.

      • Writings From The Unknown13

        wow this was absolutely beautiful

        • Edthepoet

          Hi, I'm glad you liked it πŸ™‚

        • sylviasearcher

          I often imagine disappearing. I imagine people don’t quite understand the footprints left

          • Edthepoet

            How could they? They're not you...all that we leave behind is other peoples opinions of who we were and what we did... Which is quite freeing in a way.

            • sylviasearcher

              Exactly. I think you described the essence of my desire perfectly!

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