You look beautiful smiling,
Sitting there waiting with me.
You look so right, sitting there next to me,
For the plane that takes us to the Iberian sun,
the best days of my life...
"Thanks for the memories," you wrote,
I should have known, sensed the tone,
the finality...
I want to know how you've been, how you are
and I wonder always where you are.
Are you happier now?
So I put down the photograph,
Faced it down and hid it under my bed.
Twisted for a while in my sheets,
I wish you weren't just in my head.
It's true you won't miss something until it's gone away,
No more sorries, but I do have regrets,
Are you so glad now that I'm away?
For now, I try to carry on with your picture down,
Maybe it's just me who still holds on,
And maybe I found, all this time, you are the one.
Are you relieved that I am gone?
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