Just once more.
That's all I wished for as I turned around.
Wished that he might dash forward,
Hold my hand in a desperate attempt,
To maybe stop me now. Stop me to explain to me.
Why was he not wearing the ring I gave him these days?
What was the reason for his late arrivals?
Missing our anniversary days to return home excuse less.
When did he lose interest?
Was it a long time ago?,
Or was it a moment ago when I couldn't no longer hold my feelings?
Guess I was blind the entire time.
But still even after all the unanswered questions,
And his desperate attempts to make me leave,
I might have stayed.
For one last expression.
For one last explanation.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
