The Words Unsaid

Broken

Broken

Christine Summer

Papers strewn on the floor,

My eyes strained staring at the door,

The telephone rings like a broken song,

And I wished I could be strong.

Broken windows, shattered glass,

Yellowed pages from the past,

Shredded into tiny pieces,

Nothing’s left but sad memories.

Heart drumming on my chest,

Thoughts of you protest,

Still stranded on that moment,

All I was, torment.

Inside my room, it’s raining,

While outside its spring,

Cold as a winter day,

Caught in a summer haze.

You walked away before I could say,

I wanted you to stay,

But now it’s in the past,

Nothing so good could really last.

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This is what it felt like when he walked away.

Christine

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