His big blue eyes,
Searching my soul,
My strangled goodbyes,
His heart no longer whole.
"No," I whisper,
Tears clouding my view.
"I have no future..
At least not with you."
"But-" he says slowly,
Extending a hand,
"No," I say lowly,
"This is my last demand."
"Get out that door,
Please do not stay,
I can't take this any more..
Just please go away."
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