Sometimes when I go out at night
Just off the corner of our street
I stare at the shadows of the townhouse
The place where we used to meet
I feel like there is someone watching back
I don't know what I do when I go out
Still I can't help the feeling
That there is a reason for all this doubt
If I could see past them
And if I could just walk away
Then maybe, just maybe
I would find myself waking up to another day
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A piece of luggage (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
This is a type of reflection poem that asks questions. Well written
Lovely done
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