The last time I saw your face
I felt the depth of your stare.
Now you look right through me
as if I wasn't there.
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The last time I held your hand
You squeezed mine back
Now hand in hand together
Your grip goes slack.
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The last time I kissed you
I heard and felt your moan.
Now I hear and feel nothing.
It's like I'm all alone.
About the Creator
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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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