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"Far Be it from Me to Tell You the Truth"

by Max Phineas

Nine days left
and I feel them pass
ground ripped from my feet,
I trip forward in time.

First time I saw you
decided right there
you can have all of me.
(What good is a heart
with half the pieces gone?)

Take it all
and keep it warm.

I spoke in tongues;
rhythmic code
left you to decipher,
decide for yourself.

But now there are
Nine Days left
and I feel them pass...
the ground is gone.

and there is no truth-
that can sting, so searing-
as this Goodbye.

So humor me, please
while my soul spills dry.
Let me, at least
speak my peace.

I love you,

I'll miss you,

and I refuse to call this Goodbye.

05/30/2007

Author's Note: June 8th marks my last day of high school. This is dedicated to someone who will never know the value of his time and his smile.

Posted on 05/30/2007
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/31/07 at 06:50 PM

Congratulations on your graduation. Transition, especially when an unexpressed love is left behind, is never easy. Yet, perhaps, whether this be a teacher or a friend, your paths may cross again in the future. You have so beautifully expressed one of life's lessons - leaving behind what's familiar and comfortable. I sincerely hope you major in English/Creative writing in college, if that's where you're headed in the fall. You have a wonderful talent for poetic expression.
~Chelle~

Posted by Deborah Breuer on 06/04/07 at 04:25 AM

Not "Good-bye" just "See you later." I've said that before. The truth of the matter is that we don't always mean that, and we know that it should really be "good-bye." And that's the truth of the matter. But far be it for me to tell you the truth. That's my story and this is yours. A great write.

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