Gone.
"I miss you." I whisper,
To the memory of him.
His replacement,
Emotionless and cold.
"I miss you." I whisper,
Into his ear.
He recoils,
A heart made of stone.
He's gone,
Now a shell,
That walks and talks,
Like him.
"I miss you." I cry,
Into my pillow,
But i know,
He will never be the same.
1 comment:
I think this catches the mood perfectly and I know what this situation feels like. Thanks {ironic} for reminding me!
I didn't think you were that keen on poetry...
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