Friday, May 31, 2024

Regret

Finding old notebooks 
and letters I wrote, 
Me telling you off in scribbled notes.
Poems-a-plenty, 
angry and mean....
I thought you were empty 
and I was unseen.
I'm finding the clues 
and remember your words. 
It's all what what you'd choose 
and what's now occured. 
The loss that you brought, 
the loss that I've known.
I bitched and I fought,
And through it we'd grown. 
Now that you've left, 
in such a horrible way,
This pain in my chest 
has nothing to say.

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