You, she thought of you the other day...
her, it made her cry.
like rain falling softly the tears streamed down and down,
staining the very pages she writes on.... to comfort herself.
The gift of emptiness you left her... them...
The days they'll never have ,the memories you cling to...
Six years since you packed up your
life into a box of disillusionment and walked away.
You keep coming back, giving birth to pain
let go now, she's letting go...........
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