I searched everywhere.
I continued looking.
I was thinking that maybe I would see you.
I was hoping that you had changed your mind.
I never thought you were gone.
Our love seemed strong.
I thought we were fine.
I didn't see it coming.
You left me unexpectedly.
I feel awful.
I feel disappointed.
"I wished,"
I hoped and wished for you to come back.
But you never did.
I have a few questions for you.
What was that?
Weren't you in love with me?
Wasn't it real?
Where are the promises?
I wish I'd observed it earlier.
You lied.
I detest having ever met you.
I hate you.
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Gloria Penelope
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawforda day ago in Fiction
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Strong and touching, I love your poem so much!
Amazing 🤩🤩 welldone superb story