Here's A Flower For You [Poetry]

au revoir is not a [temporary] goodbye.

I think that—sometimes, you some people are not meant to stay in my our life.

Like, how you they are not built with the word permanent inked inside your their vein.
And as much as I recognise the fact of you leaving, it does nothing to lessen nor easing the pain.
As if, the air in my lungs suddenly step away and join the blue parade of the rain.

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I think that—sometimes, you some people are not meant to stay in my our life.

Yet the sadness that seep into my soul has succeeded on shattering my heart the light.
That I am now made of silent tears and quiet pleas broken muscles and fractured bones and losing fight.
And those invisible hands are cracking—clenching my heart so tight so tight so tight I cannot breathe.

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I think that—sometimes, you some people are not meant to stay in my our life.

Like, how you say au revoir with the meaning of; until we meet again a forever goodbye.

—g.c