A short piece written to say there are no second chances once someone walks away, there's no coming back, no do overs.
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Were you here
Yes you were,
But then you left
It's all a blur.
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It was easy for you
You made no impression,
I don't know your voice
Or facial expressions.
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I don't remember
The music, your face,
Not even your name
Can't feel your embrace.
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Didn't listen
Never heard,
Tales of love
Not a word.
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Who are you
I no longer know,
That's in the past
You didn't show.
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I knew you once
Yes you were here,
It meant nothing
You disappeared.
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Don't point out my tears
Or I'll laugh at you,
Mister, I never cry
No one will believe I do.
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As one door closes, another one opens. Be brave and close any doors that are no longer working for you. Open as many new doors as opportunity allows.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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