The Poem
It sits there huantingly on the coffee tableShe wrote it for someone else years ago,
but it's Staring into his reality, and he wishes
he could look away , if only he were able.
But Bolder than life it sits , grouped in a book
with hundreds of other poets works,
Reminding him of what was, a long time ago,
in a place where their love used to exsist.
Time moves on, sometimes love fades.
Becoming something renewed.
Leaving behind all those things they never could say.
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