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Last Conversations
Your looked me in my eyes;
 Holding my face tenderly in your hands.
 I was forced to meet your stare.
 You told me that I was strong.
 And that you never meant to leave me.
 You had always planned  on staying by my side.
 We took each other in as we hugged goodbye.
 I really hate goodbyes.
 
 I remember finding your note.
 You had slipped it into my bag.
 It was rushed and risky.
 By the time I made it out of class that day.
 It was too late.
 
 I already knew when I got the call.
 
 It was just white noise filling my ears.
 You were gone.
 
 It was like the conversation I never got to start. 
 It was just you.
 You on your own selfish time deciding that you weren't going to be able to make it one more day.
 
 I would never have done that to you...
 
 It was the conversation I never got to finish.
 
  You can only run in circles so long.
 Neither wanting to admit you were wrong; this was never going to work out.
 It was realizing that we couldn't make it any longer.
 Just cold and silent acceptance of the future.
 A future without each other.
 
 It was you walking away,
 Walking away without an, "I love you."
 
 I never saw you again..
 Just the conversation on replay.
 
 It was me and you laying up against a tree.
 You told me I looked different than before you left.
 And I thanked him because I didn't like the way I looked before.
 And I told him that he broke my heart.
 I didn't cry because I had done enough of that.
 For once I felt strong; like maybe I could do this on my own.
 
 It was the conversation that I never imagined would be our last.
 
 I buried my head in my pillows and cried.
 Because I knew that it was acceptable to cry at a death.
 I had never been around death.
 I was never afraid of it though.
 I was young but old enough to know..
 
  It was the conversations that I took for granted.
 
 You told me that, Of course you wouldn't forget me! 
 And that I would see you again..
 You spoke of how we would stay in touch no matter what.
 And how I was so loyal.
 
 You told me that you loved me with all your heart,
 And that I was beautiful.
 She said that she wouldn't let me fade away.
 
 But if you planned on keeping me in your life; seeing me tomorrow,
 Why would you say all that?
 
  I knew...
 
 I knew that was the last conversation that I would ever have with you..

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