Goodbye Connie

By Robert w Kingett.

As I sit here

All wrapped up in my own darkness and sorrow

I still can remember all the times that you had barrowed

A hug from me

A good laugh with me

A wonderful feeling we both shared.

I have fleeting memories of us together.

Poking, and laughing at each other

Now though, that memory is bleak

All it makes me want to do is weep.

A different path you chose to forsake

Oh my how I still think that is a mistake

As I sat there on that bright summers day

I had no idea what train wreck was crashing my way.

The phone rang, and I must knew you would be calling.

because I sprang up almost falling.

I raised my phone to my ear

Eager at what I was going to hear.

To my dismay however sorrow met my brain

I knew then that my heart was being hit my that damn train.

“I am not coming back” you say in my ear.

My eye produced a single tear.

“what do you mean?” I say still struggling to remain undaunted.

“I am not coming back to FSDB” you say, and then your voice faulted.

I hang up the phone just screaming.

my head felt like it was bleeding.

The realization hit me, no more cracks to jump over together.

No more smiles we would be sharing with each other.

So, in my last few minutes.

I desperately want you to heed this

I have finally realized that you will be on your way.

So Connie? What can I say.

I will think about you until my dying day