Short Stories – Poetry – Creative Nonfiction
Final Say
I went to visit you today
At some random lake far away,
I brought your hoodie and that candle
Unsure… how much more could I handle?
People say you took the easy way out
They don’t know what they’re talking about,
Although I understand, I am still mad
There were many more memories we could have had,
Last I saw you, I still remember that day
You walked out… I never got my final say.
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