Goodbye Lover

Goodbye Lover

A Poem by Lewis Tedesco

 

GOODBYE LOVER

Remember all the things we wanted, all the dreams that we never started, all the hopes that we had because we thought would never be parted.   I was never ready to say good bye.  I need to say this.  You have to know that I still love you.  I find each day to be better go get through.  But I still miss you.  I have to move on.


Looking at the pictures makes it difficult, but puts a smile on my face.  The memory of the nights holding each other.  You know that no matter what I will always love you with all my heart, but I have to love you enough to let you go.


The nights seem endless, like the day will never dawn and bring the light.  The sky doesn’t’ allow the sun to shine.  I was yours and you were mine, all day and all night, in and out of time.


My soul is tired, I keep thinking of what could have been instead of what should be now.  Living in the past makes my future go by so fast.  I have to stop and look at what I have around me, not what I can’t see anymore.

For so long I have been searching for a way to let this go, even though I know that we can never be again.  For so long, I felt that without you, living alone wasn’t worth it anymore.  I asked what the reason was for you being taken away.  I will never know that answer…and I have to accept that.


[This is an original work by Lewis Tedesco. All materials are copyright protected. Materials, in part or in whole, shall not be replicated without first the consent of the original author.]

© 2011 Lewis Tedesco


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Lewis Tedesco
Lewis Tedesco

Virginia Beach, VA



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