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I miss you.
I'm dying
the slow death
drowning in a sea
of people I don't know,
never wanted to know,
because there's only
ever been you,
you who sings to my soul,
calling me back,
yet never quite
wanting me.
I struggled
through the crowd
to find you,
knowing
full well
you don't
want to be found,
at least
not by me.
I feel my
determination
waning away,
my mind
pulled under
by unknown voices
my body sucked
into an
unfamiliar crowd.
I close my
eyes imagining
your hand
as a Lifeboat,
pulling me to you,
but you're not here,
not really.
and I sink slowly
into a loud yet
voiceless crowd.
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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