My Goodbye To You

As bad as I miss the idea of you,

I must set the dream of us free,

Because what me and you once had,

Is nothing more than a fantasy.

 

I waited for you constantly,

For you to notice my presence was here,

But yet you continuously made our love an option

Instead of a priority true and sincere.

 

How I miss those midnight talks

That led to that good morning kiss;

Those times of heartache when you made me smile,

And joyful times hard to resist.

 

But now I must admit to myself

That I'm holding on to a fictional tale.

I'll always remember the times we had,

But what we once had has failed.

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