My Notice

My Notice

Can we ever write a notice, to our friends?
That we are not going to be there.
Or is this something we do not do,
Just leave things hanging, in the air?

 

I cried as the words I wrote,
Thinking honest speech was fair,
I’m broken, cannot be predicted,
I wrote to her blatantly in despair.

 

Is sincerity and pure love enough,
For people to survive?
From the jolting of depression,
Can one suddenly thrive?

 

After crying time and again,
Emphatically through the night,
Soaking a pillow thoroughly wet,
Holding on to it tight.

 

Can one just appear to the show?
And believe they’re good again,
After being through the wringer,
They’re still writhing in pain.

 

Yet another morning it is,
But nothing is the same.
People expect me to be normal,
I come as a wild cat tame.

 

One day I walked the roads,
On my head a golden crown,
Now I squeeze past the crowd,
My gaze consistently down.

 

Exhausted, crushed and defeated,
Within me nothing anymore left.
The world seems to pass by,
Of all glitz and glory bereft.

 

I thought to myself now seriously,
What can one like me ever give?
Should I take her down with my load?
For this can anyone ever forgive?

 

My intentions were pure but,
Now I cannot look her in the eye,
I willingly gave a notice,
To my dear friend, goodbye

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