When I look at you,
I get a heart ache.
Bad memories of that night,
give me a headache.
Why you wore the frown,
why you tore your gown,
what happened in town,
what had you so down,
is still a puzzle to this day.
One that wont go away.
For every effort to know why,
you give me a face so dry,
of emotion and clue.
I sulk and go blue.
When will this tension die,
and peace,
don't you miss the skies?
And our love once alive?
The questions keep piling,
and I am tired of filing,
questions never to be answered,
doubts never to be cleared.
This is goodbye,
and please do not try,
to make me stay,
for now I know, I belong away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Walking away is always the best option whenever a once blissful relationship turns sour. I do not believe in stress nor tragedy in the bliss of love. A nice piece well written. Thanks for sharing.