Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Missing You

When love ends
it is so like a death
cold, confusing, a fact we must accept
no recapturing of that first moment we said I love you
no taking back the last time we said, It is over

We turn and walk away
becoming quickly a memory of yesterday
even when all hope is gone,
it hurts when love decides it can no longer stay

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