Goodbye

I know you said good-bye, but I'm not ready yet to go,
Just give me one more chance to change your mind.
You say I don't know love, but I can say that isn't so.
You've shown me love, now don't leave me behind.
It isn't fair, I just need more time,
I know I can find the perfect rhyme.
Be my guide, be my hope,
when you're gone I'll just mope.
I don't want to be left alone.

I looked up at him with hopeful expectancy.
He just sneered.
"I know you fancy yourself a poet," he said.  "But nothing you've said moved me."
I felt a lump growing in my throat.  "Please," I begged, "just give me another chance."
He shook his head.  "No, I don't think so," so coldly, "good-bye, Lisa."
"Please, Paul, one more chance."  The tears started to build now.
"Good-bye."
And with that he was gone.  The tears flowed freely now.  He had broken my heart and made me feel worse than worthless.

There's only one thing I can do now.

I reach for the phone.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end says.
"He wouldn't stay," I sobbed, "He gave up on me."
"Oh Lisa, I'm so sorry.  What does he know?"
"He's" sob "an" sob "expert."
The voice on the other side is so gentle.  "Even experts can be wrong.  You're amazing, babe."
I find myself starting to smile.  "I love you so much," I say.
I'm sure he's smiling, too, as he says, "I love you, too," softly, kindly.  "Do you want me to come over?"
"That would be nice."
"I'm on my way."
As I hang up the phone, I am smiling.  This is why I'm dating this man, this is why I love this man.  He always believes in me.  Paul is harshly honest, but harsh is not what I need now.  What I need now is the love Paul tells me I don't know, the love I think Paul doesn't know, the love that makes life great and tells me that, no matter what, it will be okay.