You ask me why
My thumb draws circles
On the backs of your hands
Round and round they go
Like that childhood song
Round and round they go
I bite my lip to stop
The tears from coming
My heart feels so low
You talk like we’ll have forever
Drawing castles in the air
It’s never been anything but a dare
You say goodbye like it means
Temporary
Like you don’t realize how scary
It seems to be
That if I kiss you in parting today
A week from now
I’ll have to walk past you like
We never touched
And that is the reality I must bear
Those pictures I took in your room
The yellow walls
They now entomb
The one I would’ve died for
But you didn’t care
And yet again
That is the reality I must bear
I’d rather be anywhere else
Than where you say
Goodbye
~Rachel Alexandrina N.C.L.
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