Tears

The tears I cry
are not from what,
you have done.

They are because of
who you have become.

When I sit,and I wait for you to come, and dance along to the rhythm of my heart.

I don't get it.

Just for a bit the pieces, all fit.
It all seemed to click.
But now none of the pieces,
seem to fit.





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