Elliott Rodgers

If I’d known goodbye was forever,
I would’ve held you a little longer,
kissed you just one more time.
Had a last look at your smile,
before I turned my face away,
so you couldn’t see my tears.
Maybe gone down by the river,
proud of what we’d once had,
but never looking back again.
Hesitated right by our bench,
seeing us sitting arm in arm,
smiling beneath the moonlit sky.
The wounds you put on my heart,
will eventually turn into scars,
then the memories can fade.
Some long distant far off time,
I wont think of you once,
from sunrise until I fall asleep.
One day a smile will set hope free,
to go wake my sleeping heart,
so it can chance love once again.

Despite the somewhat cynical title, “the door” is open for this person, always has been and I imagine always will be. She drifted back into my life for a short while since I wrote this poem, but drifted out again. Maybe she’ll drift into my life again, who knows, she will always be welcome.