He said to me,
"No one will ever love you like I did."
While that may be true
I could turn around
and say the same,
"Back at you."
But I won't
for it is not in my bone
My heart
not made out of stone
I walked away
leave you behind
and all alone.
I wished you well
I wish you happiness
May you find peace
in my absolute absence.
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
