Why was I never enough for you?
I try to keep myself busy
and to not think about you,
but I can’t help it.
I can’t stop thinking
about the last time that I saw you.
I still remember how it felt
standing on that platform all alone,
watching your train slowly go away,
while tears streamed down my face.
I guess, even my heart knew
that it would be the last time
I ever saw you, or ever held you.
I remember asking you not to turn
to wish me goodbye, or even for a last gaze at me.
I knew that my heart wasn’t capable
of handling that last gesture of such intimacy.
I cried all the way back home,
kept repeating all our moments
in my head, over and over again,
forcing myself to believe
that this just can’t be the end.
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