i'm sorry
for the blind eye i've turned
when you were right there
in front of me
for the voice
though i can hear perfectly
was refused to and ignored
i've drifted far too much
that my pleas
were no longer heard
well they were muffled anyway
but i won't forget
the space between us—
so close yet so far
we both were crying voices
but they're all too screamed afar
so amid the pain and hurt
maybe it is part of healing
that i let you go and leave
to love someone worth loving
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
