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It is not as though your warmth faded,
so much as it shifted away;
like the low tide, you sought for
some sweeter, wiser shore.
To still love, elsewhere,
might be far worse
than simply
growing
cold.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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