The Occasional Boy
You don't believe in forever
So I guess it was only natural you turn leaving into an art
And you were so good at it, too
So good that I didn't even realise, that
the first moment you kissed me
you were already planning your goodbye
and what a goodbye it was
It began slowly, quietly as whispers often do
perhaps you really meant it as a promise
but your winter chill touched me and froze me to the bone
Innocently I mistook every gesture, every sigh
as truth
But you were just steadying me for that final moment
And after leading me up the cliff of euphoria
you simply blow me a kiss
and I am free falling
off the edge
No parachute or safety net to catch me
I tumble into the unknown
You're smiling that smile you always give
Like we had nothing at all
Your face serene

Maybe I should have seen it coming
When you stopped saying "I love you" back
Or did that became just another phrase to utter
when you felt there was nothing left to say?