For the last time Poem, by user_382197751, at My poetic side

I would wait

I would walk

I would run

and steal

I’d lie through my teeth

I would give you all the chances in the world

I would kiss you,

though I know you don’t want me to

I would read you my poems

and listen to each of your songs

If you were a church

I would pretend to be Christian

If you were a train

I would board without asking

where it was going

I wouldn’t get off until the end

You made me believe—

Haunted as I am by the hope you gave me—

that my heart hadn’t lost its key

But you’re not a church,

you’ll never be a train

I have to close your door in my brain

Comments +

Cassie58 January 24th, 2024 06:32
Letting go is hard. Lost love hurts. A poem that will be relatable to many. I enjoyed the read. .
- user_382197751January 25th, 2024 06:34
  thank you!
Alan R January 24th, 2024 11:07
Haunted as I am by the hope you gave me...

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