Gone All Along Poem by Desiree Whitamore

The ground seems to shiver as the leaf falls from the tree
the last nail in the coffin of what was meant to be
the tear seems to melt anything in it's way
the hope thats left, hope for a brighter day
so what happens now?
As our lives stretch apart?
what happens next, that coffin holds my heart.
aren't our dreams just meant to be crushed?
I don't think i can stop the bleeding.
from the cut that came from this life being rushed.
i'm sorry if i did something wrong
I'm sorry I can't fix it
I'm sorry if you get this after I'm gone.
Just know that I already miss this
I already miss this place
but i've moved on
time to put on my poker face
i've been gone all along.