Poetry · Writing

Really Gone

I can never tell- what you want

even with time, this will never heal

with these hands, lifting you up, to heal

but when I stop, you never seem to stay.

And I’m holding on

waiting until you’re really gone

I cannot stay

finding another way.

I can only feel- my hands fall, so many times

can do no right and patch this up

I’ll swallow my pride, I only want to belong

setting the clock and finding the place.

I’ll try to find another way

but I cannot stay

yet, I’m holding on

until you’re really gone.

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