The One
The feelings I felt for her are all gone,
I no longer see what she meant to me,
But I know it was the best anyone could ask for.
Time has passed and these wounds,
Are still fresh, still painful,
I never reckoned she would stay in my system,
This long.
I can still taste her, even two years on.
I had it all, and now, when it’s gone,
I realize I now miss her.
I wish she’d come home, come back,
To me, to her ways, her life,
We all miss her everyday,
How I get by puzzles me.
Yet, my feelings for her are of contempt,
Loved feelings are, as I’ve said, gone,
But I wish she were here.
Was she the “one”?
Vandrosdis
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