When I watch him go,
I cry.
And the pain,
the pain in my chest is real,
and dare you say it is not!
Try watching him walk away
and, tell yourself it’s fine;
it’s normal to be apart.
Please, try to do this
when the last one kissed you goodbye
and never came back.
I would like to see how you handle the goodbye.
Would you not be terrified
that this one
is not coming back?
Would you not take his hand to your face
only to try and keep him in your memory?
I would like to see you try;
I would like to know how you
might mock me
for being afraid
to see him go.

Good poem kind of sad but good