Written by:
Melissa Pantall Hall
I was never the first thought,
Nor was I the last.
I'm not good enough for the present,
And I was not there for the past.
People come and go,
But it's you that I miss.
The touch of your hand,
And your soft gentle lips.
How you touched me,
No one has ever done.
A slight pull of my hair,
And you and I were one.
My heart is to big,
Even for my own good.
I fall flat on my face,
In the spot that you stood.
All alone now with tears in my eyes,
No chance of hellos and only long goodbyes.
11.11.12
