She hung her head to dry,
A kiss to say goodbye,
Beautiful memories trailing behind.
Maybe not your type of " kind."
We dragged it on
Just a little to long.
Now it's not playing your song.
Getting by, being strong.
I watched you as you fell,
But not my story to tell,
Longing to hold you again,
But, we are not even friends.
When you left, I cried no tears.
Because they dried up over the years.
We knew this couldn't last forever..
Because we couldn't even be together.
©terrylin53
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