Last Goodbye

A silent tear rolls down my cheek

as I remove the last picture from the wall

I take a deep breath

and look down our hall

That was the floor

that held our footsteps

and let to the rooms

where our memories were kept

As I glance around our empty home

it becomes hard to swallow

This is the day to erase our dreams

and find a new tomorrow

I feel my failure

slap me in the face

This marriage is over

It's a hopeless case

Today I will move on

and try to not look back

It's way past time

to get myself on track

With Pepto Bismol in one hand

and a cigarette in the other

I'll say goodbye one last time

and go live with my mother.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"With Pepto Bismol in one hand
and a cigarette in the other
I'll say goodbye one last time
and go live with my mother."
Life changed. Pepto bismol and cigarette are what we have left. Thank you for sharing the poem. Separation leave us in bad places and situation.
Coyote

[Laura3841]

Thank you...yes, I was always inspired to write in the rough times but now I find I enjoy writing just as much in good times. Writing has always been so therapeutic for me.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I agree. Writing can make me feel better.