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From up here I can see you weeping.
Your pillow is stained with tears.
Oh how you mourn over something so small, and now what is –nothing at all.
I loved, and you knew.
I held you, and you consumed my love for you.
I think you heard me because now you’ve switched positions on your pillow.
You do not hear the truth:
Only what you want to here.
But I will watch over you.
Even if you are unable to forgive me for what I have done.
For loving you—for leaving you.
For holding you—for letting you go.





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tdnarb said...
Jun. 9, 2010 at 7:29 pm
You fail to dissapoint me:)  This is a very unique poem.  I have never read one written from this point of view, but I like it.  I give it a five!
 
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