Waving Goodbye Poem by Geno Flash

Waving Goodbye

Well I meant what I said
when I laid my heart down
on the table.

And you picked up the knife
with a smile in your hand.
And sliced it in two,
so willing and able.

But that was so long ago,
and I hardly remember.
But it's not quite forgotten.

There's a longing for her
in my life again. An aching
inside, like my heart has
turned rotten.

And every single day,
as I'm walking down the street.
I see her outside of the place
we used to meet.

She's waving her hand,
but not to say hi.
But in the other direction,
she is waving goodbye.

By: Tyler Creed Mabry