Loose String

Picking on the loose string

Of days gone by,

Unraveling it further

And saying goodbye.

We wanted to say that you weren’t mine,

As we traveled down the line

Of truth and insincerity.

I couldn’t stop lying

And you grew tired of the person I had become.

Neither of us could let go.

You had to speak up,

Now I prepare for goodbye.

You’re about to speak,

So now you’re a loose string

That I have to clip.

Copyright © 2015 by Nita Pan

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