I remember so many things about you.
I remember your voice.
But! I never heard it say goodbye.
I remember your smile.
But! I won't see that again.
I remember your eyes
But! I never saw them when you walked out of my life.
I remember the last words you said to me as you walked away
"Sorry I have to take this call".
I remember so many things about you.
I am just having trouble separating my pain from the hurt.
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3 comments:
So very sad, but no one said poetry had to be "happy".
i agree with pat
you amke an important distinction in that final line
pat: i am working towards happy poetry!
floots: pain and hurt as inserperatable as good and bad atm.
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