I anticipate a flow of tears
as goodbye falls into gear
Quickly running are the days
towards my jittery fear
I look over my shoulder
Soon is October
A slight chill trickles down
Resulting in a sorry frown
House to miss your presence
Horrible is long distance
Our bedroom’s in mourning
as another you’re occupying
Even chance has an opinion
but prefers isolation
For the die is already cast
Others autograph the past
Save the kiss on that day
as the love is out of play
However goodbye can wave
Emotions - temporary slave
