The life he left behind
Wrirtten by Felicia Spencer

AN: Here's another one I wrote just because. I haven't been in a writing
mood lately, and I know that this poem probaly sucks like sour lemons right
now. Just bear with me. I promise that I'll get out of this funk that I'm
in soon. Being bored as heck is really affecting my writing, but hopefully
you guys/gals will understand. R&R...


He grabbed his dark green duffel bag
And filled it with all his clothes
He placed the bag over his shoulders
And left behind one red rose

There was no letter left by him
Explaining why he had to leave
He left without saying goodbye
And left me here to grieve

His scent still lingers in the air
A scent that I now fear
He seems to be everywhere
But yet he isn't here

My pillow is soaked with tears
I guess I wasn't good enough
I tried to make things work out for us
I guess I made his life rough

So he decided to go
And leave his life behind
I hope that he finds what he's looking for
I hope it's true love he finds

I'll forever miss my boo
My heart he'll always have
I'll miss everything about him
Especially the way he laughs

I'll never wish evil upon him
I wish he finds his peace of mind
I wish that he'll be strong enough
To never leave his new life behind

He grabbed his dark green duffel bag
And filled it with all his clothes
He placed the bag over his shoulders
And left behind one red rose