I shake my head at images of you
My heart rejects those words once meant for me
I shake my head at all I thought I knew
And cry the tears that you will never see
I read the poems never meant for us
And weep past all the precious memories
Words raise my interest when you mention lust
Then slow my breathing down to reverie
My heartache needs a break from slanted hope
I take a walk along the darkened street
Feeling a lump growing inside my throat
I wander contemplating my defeat
Now back inside a lonely home past ten
Climbing the stairs, I shake my head again
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