You were supposed to be mine.
I loved you then,
I love you now,
I will love you
in my next life too!
I was to be your wife
but you gave that to another,
she lived my life!
You left me for a lie,
forty years later
I still cry...
What should have been
was not to be,
You left me,
alone and broken,
not a final word spoken
to heal my wounds,
or give me peace.
A pain that will not cease!
My companion
to remind me of my stolen life.
Stolen when
you made her your wife.
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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