I don’t like it… missing you. Makes me feel weak…missing you. Can’t think why I should; You weren’t very good. Is it really you that I’m missing then? Or is it that brief part of our past life together When things were new? That seems more true. I’m not really…missing you.
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
Looking back at a time in my life, and wondering...