This is Goodbye
You've watched me die once,
As I fell I reached for your arms,
Your back turned toward me
As you walked away
And then was when I knew
You were nothing to me,
So I let myself fall to my knees
I fell numb and had forgotten to cry,
Now I stand with a new air
Breathing as one would in life
Except dead this time.
This poem is about:
Me