Short stories and poetry from the manic mind of a bipolar...it's true that Bipolar's have some truly creative minds.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Saying Goodbye
For weeks I have been thinking about it.
That moment when I have to do the hardest thing
I will ever do again and again, say goodbye.
Once I get someone inside my walls, it hurts
so deeply my eyes are crying with just a thought.
I trusted you so intensely, so deeply I am afraid.
Afraid of the day I wake up and I cannot come to you
when I need to just talk.
As I get closer to that day I feel panicked.
The pain is so real, so gut wrenchingly hurtful
just hearing your name makes me ache.
Not the ache of a lost love, no.
Rather the ache of losing a trusted friend.
Losing a focus I have not felt in a very long time.
Tonight I had a deep heartfelt cry over the loss
that hasn't even happened yet though the day is coming soon.
I know I can never say "thank you" enough in my opinion
despite knowing you're doing your job.
Even so, I truly felt like you cared about me
even if it was so briefly given in the span
of both yours and my life.
I wish you well, I will miss those moments
when for a brief second I forgot we weren't
just two friends talking.
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