We danced together
for the briefest of times
My fragile heart aware
you could never be mine
After a while
it was time to set us free
Relocate to a place
where you’d never look for me
but
Acutely aware of time and space
20 years later we are both slapped in the face
It wasn’t me you could choose
So I left first…
seeing you today
Oh, my weathered heart burst.
but
He’s been good to me
and you still call her your wife
The dismal part of this story
Cuts like a knife
If you asked me to…
I’d softly run if you called
and start our new, old life
Daily Prompt: Relocate
nice thoughts 🙂
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Thank you so much I appreciate your comment, Hassan!
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My pleasure 🙂
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