Almost a Year
It’s been almost a year,
And I’ve decided to myself,
That I’m tired of waiting,
For you to decide,
That you want to come back,
As I raise my foot up and walk away,
I’m letting go,
Of our old memories,
I’m burning them out of my mind,
I’m giving up…
On the impossible,
And saying a silent goodbye,
I always thought,
That without you,
I couldn’t be myself,
That I’d rather die in pain,
Then to be without you,
But now I realize,
Being without you,
Really isn’t that hard.
I’m used to biting my lip,
When I see you,
Holding back my tears,
When I think about you,
For I’d never shred them in front of you,
Sometimes I miss our many long hour talks,
Or your soft loving lips moving in movement with mine,
Or you hand collapsed in mine for life,
But now I realize,
Being without you,
Really isn’t that hard.
It’s almost been a year,
And I’m finally giving up.
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