Since you went home, days turned to weeks
and weeks to months, and I'm still crying, at the sight,
the touch, the smell of things that once were yours,
and feeling lonely, even when surrounded
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This is very well crafted. I enjoy simply spoken poetry. Lovely! Kind regards Gyp's
The tough love aspect of your poem isn't reciprocated in my life, but damnit do I ever connect with it. The world these days is not made for someone who openly weeps or shows emotions. Everyone is either strong or weak, but never, ever balanced. It's been through expressing myself in phrases, words, and poetry that I've realized I was meant to cry. Especially about loss. Especially about women. I admire you, Sir. 'Real men' do what feels right. 'Real men' exist in people like you. Thank you for this.