A lone picture frame
is all that remains
on these barren,
nicotine stained walls.
You left me long
ago, with only one
memory.
Vivid, like it were
yesterday
that you sat by my side
with your hand in
my hair.
Whispers in ears, warm breath
and goose bumps.
Something grabbed
hold,
of both you and I
and ripped
us in two.
We had a chance
but you chose
to fly.
Confrontations
always made you cringe.
I wake up every
morning, hoping to see
your blinking eyes.
The thought
sends shivers streaking.
Nothing without
you.
Only a shell
of hidden potential
and nerves long ago
frayed.
I lay awake
wondering
who he is or will
be.
The one who
makes you smile
now.
I hope he knows
just how much you
can hurt even when
you hide behind
those sheepish eyes
and wolfish grin.
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