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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

You Went

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

I wonder where you went,

my letters can't be sent,

so much that I want to say,

though it seems you're far away.

No one goes to the mail box,

I'm the only one who knocks,

at your empty old address,

crying sometimes I confess.

Life's so different it's profound,

the change when you're not around,

window blinds closed to the light,

never open day or night.

Writing still with your old pen,

slipped under your door again,

each time hoping for a letter,

from you to feel so much better.