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»A goodbye note«

by Suman Malekani, June 15, 2014

Hey me, I am leaving now
please don't ask me when where & how
I'll be moving with a whole new me
we'll never meet again or ever see.

The time has come for me to leave
I can't be me anymore it is a grieve
How the new me will be I don't know!
but I can't be you so please let me go.

Yes you are right you heard that crush
a footstep walked over my heart in a rush,
No it didn't turn around to see what broke
I'll pick up the pieces & put on my cloak.

It's just necessary for us to be apart
no I won't melt down I gave away my heart
It is in love or an illusion atleast
let's see how long till we end the feast.

I wouldn't promise if I can come back
That's why I leave you choking in a sack,
I have no explanation to give or seek
Hey me I'm leaving let's never speak.

Written: March 2014
Tags: Anger Disappointment Doubt Emotions Fear Sad

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Funanani Mualusi, May 4, 2016

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