How do you say goodbye
when there's no time?
I'll never know.
A heart beats faster
then stops.
A voice cries louder
then quiets.
A hand reaches out
then pulls back.
What was it reaching for?
The greatest horror I know
is not blood or guts
nor things in the night.
It's not made up home movies
or footsteps in alleys.
No, the greatest horror I know
is not saying goodbye or
I love you.
It's missing someone so much
it hurts.
It's waiting.
The greatest horror I know
is not knowing.
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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