Sunday, 22 July 2012

Not the Same

I am not the same girl I was at twenty-two
When I fell in love with you.

Nor are you the same man that you were
At twenty-four
When we first met.

I remember that September
When we walked and talked and ate together.

I am now twenty-five
And much more alive
Since I've let go of hurt and held on to hope.

You are twenty-nine
And I guess you're fine
Because we haven't spoken since you left.

I remember that day
When you stood in my doorway.
You politely declined a cup of tea

Yet let in as you hugged me.

But this time this really is goodbye.
This time though, there's no need to cry.

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