Saying Goodbye Poem by Amanda Lukas

As the clock strikes twelve,
I lay in my bed.
The vision of her
Is still in my head.

How could she just leave?
Not even a word of 'goodbye'.
She left me alone,
But I wouldn't cry.

I knew she'd be back
and I didn't worry.
So I would be patient
and not ask her to hurry.

The very thought of her entrances me,
'Til I'm weakened and weary.
With every breath I wish for her.
But my eyes are never teary.

For I know I must go on
Ever changing, ever growing.
And I will never cry.
Though it hurts me, just not knowing