Could you move on with your life, if I walked right out of it?
Would you even protest to stop me from walking away?
Grab my arm, pulling me back, to tell me that you can't do this alone.
Or would you frown, letting me go, never knowing what could be if you'd tried to stop me.
Would you take down your shield, and give into the tears that linger in your eyes?
Could you cry knowing you let me go, with out a single strife.
Knowing that everything that has happened has been thrown away like it was nothing.
That I am a single distant memory of something that was once so real.
Do you know if I am really gone, or resting behind the corner.
Trying to hold back every tear that is building up behind my sorry eyes.
Knowing you didn't even come after me, or argue to try to stop me from leaving.
That you are Several feet away, holding it all back thinking I am really gone.
Holding it back, isn't as easy I thought it could be, it hurts worse then goodbye.
I don't want this to be our last goodbye, I don't want to leave.
I want to take everything back, and step out from this corner to have you hold me.
Yet, you haven't moved, nor do you plan on it. So everything is pointless and this is our last goodbye.
