The click of a car door,
I turned my back on you.
Then the squeal of a worn
Window being rolled down
“See you later,”
You said and waved.
But under my breath
I whispered,
“No you won’t.”
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The click of a car door,
I turned my back on you.
Then the squeal of a worn
Window being rolled down
“See you later,”
You said and waved.
But under my breath
I whispered,
“No you won’t.”
I really liked this poem and I could relate to the sentiments you expressed- bitter goodbyes.
My only thought was that you say “my back was turned” but you also say “You said and waved” so I thought that maybe the speaker must have turned back after all?