Poetry

To Know

Someone you know-
AND used to know-
Is a complicated mess..
You wait for time
And common sense
To get you through “this”…


It always hurts
But tears are dry
As days and months pass…
Yet it wasn’t me
Who asked for this
Or the one who made it last.


In body you are alive
And well
And that is all I know…
Still when you left
He was sick
So the loss is yours to grow.

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