And I,
I don't even know,
Why?
I miss you,
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This could unfortunately only be written with experience. You left nothing behind in your heart pouring,
The what ifs and the if onlys can sometimes be just as difficult to cope with as any nightmare or something more sinister yet might be. To fail is to fail. It hurts, but it happens and we grow from it. To succeed is to succeed. We achieve something and are rewarded for our actions. But to not know, to for time unknown wonder what could have been, that is perhaps the most frustrating
How sad for the gentleman in question that he never enjoyed the love of our lovely poetess.
Beautifully written poem! Deeply touching, thank you for sharing, dear Sandra! I think you didn't meant to, but my mind is jumping to dementia people as it is a thing that preoccupy my thoughts quite often lately..
there are voices and emotions that seem to be ignored even though they're very true... lost connections maybe or unforgiving feelings that overcome every effort to connect... life is really wonderful. very nice poem..i like it.
So sad Sandra. Regret and love is hard to cope with. Human connection is such an important part of being alive. Peace to you.