Nauseating Thoughts

I'm sitting on my floor thinking about what it's going to be like never seeing your face again.

It's a nauseating thought.

Say what you will about "I'll come visit" or "Don't worry I will keep in touch."

We both know those are lies.

We had a good run, there were laughs, tears, and beautiful nights, but as it's coming to an

end I can't help but start to miss you before you even leave. 

Before we part ways for the first and final time.

I will never forget you and my heart will forever skip a beat when I hear your name.

All I ask is that you don't forget me either, please, you owe me at least that...