Letting her go
The glass lies on its side,
as the wine drips down onto the floor,
the arguments slowly fade away,
she is slamming the final door.
She is walking out into the rain.
She is walking towards the gate.
She is ready to go...
When a voice shouts 'WAIT! '
He says...'I know I messed up again...
I know I cause you so much pain.'
He tries to explain... but... she...
She interupts. She tells him...
She is going to miss the final train.
She looks forward.
Then; she looks back. Afraid.
As she says goodbye.
He lets her go.
Although he could stop her
He knows he could try,
He decides to shut the door,
He doesnt want her to see him cry.
poem by Daniel McCann
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