As the clock strikes twelve, <br />I lay in my bed. <br />The vision of her <br />Is still in my head. <br /> <br />How could she just leave? <br />Not even a word of 'goodbye'. <br />She left me alone, <br />But I wouldn't cry. <br /> <br />I knew she'd be back <br />and I didn't worry. <br />So I would be patient <br />and not ask her to hurry. <br /> <br />The very thought of her entrances me, <br />'Til I'm weakened and weary. <br />With every breath I wish for her. <br />But my eyes are never teary. <br /> <br />For I know I must go on <br />Ever changing, ever growing. <br />And I will never cry. <br />Though it hurts me, just not knowing<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saying-goodbye-2/
