Those three words
you used whispers up
in the winter darkness
where we sat
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So true. I can picture you sitting on a porch in a pooring rain, with an empty chair that once rocked next to you. Love is most of life, and I enjoyed reaading the poem, reguardless of the heart break, thanks for sharing your thoughts from the heart
it's a sad poem, but it is a sad one because these things happen and they've happened to everyone. +10 from me