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It wasn’t a goodbye that ruined me,
It was the deafening silence left behind
It wasn’t the fact I was left on read,
It was the fact that they were never read
You vanished like a ghost
Not even a grave site found
If to disappear is to protect me
I’d rather live on the edge of death’s sting
Yet, you didn’t break
Do you have any idea how much your silence broke me?
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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