Every time i say goodbye

Every time i say goodbye i die a little

same ritual we embrace on platform 3b

whisper words of love you embark

with your bags graphics folder

home

to where i am not

to your life and

my heart breaks a little

yet i smile wave

for i don’t want to make it harder baby

so i put on my brave mum face

and i make the long way home

with less bounce back to my room

in a shared house wondering why

you and i have to always say goodbye cos

every time i die a little

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on August 4, 2013, in children, coping with break ups, living apart, New Life, No Wine or Men, Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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