The Warrior Poet - Pacific Northwest inspired poems from another time.

Good-bye

I sit staring out the window,
as my now empty life passes by.

Her long kiss good-bye still wet on my lips,
her words echoing in my head.

The CD turns over and over in my hands,
“number two” she had said.

So I read the lyrics.
She was right,
it hurts like hell.

 

October, 1999

 

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