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Nostalgia

May 9, 2016
By Anonymous

The soft press of your sweet lips on my cheek
Like a light drizzle on your windshield in April,
It hums and drums and doesn’t stop

The sharp sting of regret, yours not mine
I hope anyway

The bittersweet realization that
What is, is

Finalized.

That is what we are now
Two scattered souls, in a scattered world

It’s been two months now, since I’ve heard your voice
Maybe it’s for the best

Finality.


The author's comments:

After an almost three year relationship, we split and I was hurting. I put my feelings into a poem.


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