Almost a year since you’ve left
And still not over you am I.
Nights full of terrible thoughts
Wondering time and time again
Why you’ve decided to part
Knowing how much you mean
To a heart once desolate
Before I got to meet you.
Did you have to leave,
Did we have to part
When promises we made
You and I against the world
Not a cliche, our utopia.
Now I am going down
On an everytime basis
Just because you’ve decided
on your own accord to part.
Taking no consideration for
How I might possibly feel.

Now I sit desolate on a bench

Back to the boy I used to be.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter

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