So many days I wept over you
You thought I leapt over you
But in reality
I didn’t know what to do
My heart has been kept by you
But you left like so many others
Disappeared from my life
I thought we were by each other’s side
Through the happy and the strife
Yet here I sit
Rife with emotion
Bobbing in an ocean of unreality
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I love how your poem captures the ache of being left behind, while still holding on. Thanks for sharing.
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