(i.)
I remember crying myself
To sleep that night.
I didn't know what to think
Of it. I didn't even know where
You were going,
Far, or near.
I didn't want to talk to you
Anymore, not because I was angry,
But because I thought it would
Hurt less if we spent less time
Together.
But you didn't think the same
I opened my curtains and
There to my surprise was
A post-it note:
I know you're mad and don't want
To see me, but I'm leaving
This afternoon, and I want to see you
Before I leave.. I'll be waiting.
I looked towards your window.
Your curtains were open.
Your curtains we're never open.
Seeing them open only made it
More official.
(ii.)
I was contemplating on wether
I wanted to see you or not.
A proper goodbye would be nice.
But I didn't want to see you,
Because I knew all I would do
Was cry, and I didn't want you
To see me, as a mess.
I wanted you to leave,
Remembering
Me as the strong, proud girl.
Not the vulnerable, weak one I am now.
I looked outside, and I saw the
Movers pick up what looked like
The last of your boxes.
This was my last chance.
I wanted to run outside,
Into your arms, but my feet
Wouldn't move.
The moving van started to pull
Out of your driveway.
I was too late.
(iii.)
When I couldn't see the
Moving van anymore,
I ran outside, to your front door.
I wasn't sure if the door would be
Open, the curiosity got the best of me.
The door made a creaky sound as
I opened it.
Your house was empty,
Except for the few boxes that sat
On the floor.
There were still boxes, which meant
That you were still coming back.
I stood in your hallway for a long time.
Finally, I started to walk around your house.
I stopped at the door
Of which I thought
Was your bedroom.
I looked around.
Your walls looked bare,
I could see the faint silhouettes, where
By the looks of it, your posters once were.
I touched your walls,
And tears flooded from my eyes.
I wiped the tears away angrily,
And ran back to my house.
(vi.)
Knowing that you would be back
For them, I took a pencil and
Scribbled a note at the back of
The last post-it you gave me:
Eric,
I'll miss you, more than you will
Ever know. I love you.
I ran back to your house,
And stuck the post-it note on
Your front door.
I walked back home.
(v.)
Sometime later,
My mother told me someone
Was outside.
My heart skipped a beat.
I knew it was you.
I told her I didn't want to
See you, and she told me that
You looked distressed,
Like there was something you needed
To tell me.
I hid under my covers.
After some moments,
I got out and opened my curtains.
Your car wasn't there anymore.
I was stupid for hoping
It would still be there.
Then I saw it.
The last ever post-it note
From you:
Indigo,
I guess this is goodbye.
That was it.
No, "I'll miss you too"
Or, "I love you"
Just a simple goodbye.