Before you leave you kiss me goodbye…
This is the silent hurt of you leaving me.
It gives me no warning by any means
—This awful pain of feeling at a loss.
It makes no difference to you. I know.
With this you make me swallow a bitter pill.
I gather strength and move away like a shadow.
I’m still and quiet.
It is an exit unknown and unmeasured by anyone.
You think I am a shadow.
You don’t give me any consideration.
Oh the wicked sting, how it hurts me.
Forever unrelenting, this is a recurrent bite.
Am I alone? Am I alone forever?
Before you left, you kissed me goodbye.
And I blame the wicked sting for it.
Salvadore Ponce De Leon
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