I'm Gone.

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    I'm Gone.

    I stand in the middle of the highway, watching the cars swerve around me.
    I see the receding taillights as the car, and person I once knew, speed off into the gathering darkness.
    There’s no way to catch him.
    He’s gone…
    My strength fails, and I sink to my knees.
    I hope, I pray, that I will be struck, and my misery ended…
    But I know.
    The misery has only just begun.
    I told myself that without him, I was nothing…
    And I forced myself to believe that.
    While I gave him my everything, he gave me his nothing.
    No….
    Another got his everything.
    And I was helpless to stop it…
    I couldn’t win him back, although I tried so hard.
    He was gone…
    I flashback to the night he said I love you…the night my heart soared.
    I remember the time he held my face...and said I was the only one.
    Did he really love me..?
    Was I really the one?
    No…
    It was all a ploy…a cruel game.
    A game in which I have no chance of winning.
    Every word I said to him, every kiss I gave him…
    All of it was true…but how was I to know he was playing me for a fool.
    I fight back these tears, thinking of those days, because I know…
    They’re gone…
    I raise my head once more, to take one more glance at those faded headlights, far away in the distance.
    He’s gone…
    I rise.
    I stand on my own, and I finally see the strength in me.
    I turn, offering no glance back.
    And I walk away.
    I walk away from that highway, and I walk away from that car.
    I walk away from that life, and I walk away from that boy.
    With a smile, I know…
    I’m gone.

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    AlexBourne commented on I'm Gone.

    03-04-2009

    wonderful

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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