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Uh. Warning: This poem contains clichés. I would even say maybe it's the "cliché'est" poem I've ever written. Even the title is a cliché. I just had a serious issue of writer’s block and had to get rid of it by writing something. Please don’t scream—I know it’s bad but tear it up in silence. Thank you.
Hey! I came to say goodbye!
That’s what I had rehearsed.
Instead, you opened the door
And I collapsed onto you.
You had your arms around me,
And my tears on your chest,
And some stains of mascara. Sorry.
But you said nothing.
You waited for me,
You waited for those last tears to come out,
You waited for me to say:
I’m alright. You’re the greatest.
But no words slipped out.
They couldn’t anyway,
Since they were sealed with your kiss.
Our very last embrace.
The last time our lips would touch,
The last time you looked into my eyes,
The last time you held me close.
The last time I had to say goodbye.
