Under a bright white moom

August 22, 2011
You turned your back and started to walk away, leaving me in your shadow.

I counted to number of step you took away from what was us


hoping against hope that this was just another elaborate joke.


silent tears streaming down my face, fell to an unknown below.

...59, 60...65,66...

"Come back," I called.

But you didn't hear me; the ridge between us to great for my small voice you loved so much.

You were out of ear shot around 72.


Around 76, I stopped seeing you and realized it was just me and the bright white moon.

And you didn't hear me say "I'm sorry".

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Basketball23 said...
Oct. 17, 2011 at 11:21 am
This poem is so depressing!!!  And the numbers counting it's like, ohhh......and then 76 and I was like frowny face! :(
thinkofsomethingbetter replied...
Dec. 5, 2011 at 6:18 pm
does that mean you dont like it?...
Basketball23 replied...
Dec. 5, 2011 at 7:00 pm
No, I LOVE IT!!!!  It's just very depressing!!
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