Wednesday, March 11, 2009

forehead kiss

last time you left me you kissed me on the forehead, hugged me and walked out my door.

i looked in the peep hole after you and saw you waiting for the elevator, part of me wanting to run out and get the answers I craved, and the other part stopping myself, stupidly believing I'd see you again.

Your last words to me were via text message - "I should have stayed, I wish I had."

That was almost 2 years ago.

I've not seen or heard from you since.

Only one question remains, brewed in a pile of sadness anger and hurt - Why?

I don't need the answer, but I want it.  Too bad, we don't always get what we want.


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