Going

A poem about a little of how it feels when someone leaves you

The bedroom's bathed blue
By the dying of day
Im crying inside
You're going away

Im screaming I'm sorry
But what can I do
Put me in your shoes 
And I would leave too

You're face set like stone
Clothes thrown in bags
Time is so precious
yet each second drags

I dont want to talk
Dont know what to say
Im dying inside
As you walk away