The last time I saw your face
I felt the depth of your stare.
Now you look right through me
as if I wasn't there.
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The last time I held your hand
You squeezed mine back
Now hand in hand together
Your grip goes slack.
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The last time I kissed you
I heard and felt your moan.
Now I hear and feel nothing.
It's like I'm all alone.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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Comments (6)
The light has gone out.... I FELT that. I lingered over "Your grip goes slack" ☺
This is like one of my worst nightmare. The way people can change is so scary. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Beautiful
Haunting and poignant, Sam. I feel your pain.
Sam, I start crying for you!!
Sam, this is so poignant.