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Click hereYou had fallen asleep wtih a smile on your face,
and I cried silent and alone;
Tomorrow my scent will still be in your bed,
and your scent on my skin.
How I wish this time it didn't have to end like this.
I really wish,
that I could pretend that this is something it isn't.
My hair falls around your face when I lean over you to kiss you---'bye'.
Just 'bye' not 'good'bye,
because last night you said that you loved me and I smiled;
and this morning it was you who smiled last while I cried and walked away,
unconscious-
never knowing the difference.
I liked this poem, but who is it that you love so deeply that doesn't seem to love you back?
and I can't say I understand them. Who is unconscious? Knowing the difference between what? "bye and goodbye?" It's also not clear why the past is so important. Is there no way to salvage the future? If not, why not? You don't have to give all the answers in a poem, but this is a bit too mysterious. The reader has to fill in too much, and in doing so, is more likely to misinterpret your intentions...