Why was I never enough for you?

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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