When the pain finally loosens its grip,
and silence settles where you once lived,
what remains of me will feel unfamiliar,
a hollow echo wearing my name.
Because the best part of me was never mine,
it was you,
and without it,
I am only what’s left behind.
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Entangled heart (
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This carries a sad feel both at the self deprecation and at the loss. Nicely written
Love this simple and straight forward poem. The images it creates in the reader reach deep. The pain of a lost romance is apparent, yet the words reflect on what is left. This one's a keeper. - Phil A.
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