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I Still Can’t Forget After All These Years
A Poem
it’s another autumn
without the scent of you
as we walked through fallen leaves
and you told me your life’s story in doses.
the seasons always pass me by
because I live in slow motion —
at least ever since the day you left
and took with you all those pieces of me.
tomorrow morning I’ll walk
down those lonely paths we weaved
and wonder why the sunrise looks dull
in comparison to those days with you.
and today, perhaps, I’ll write
that letter I’ve been putting off
for months and months and months —
that letter of the goodbye I never got to say.
you stole my breath, my words, my emotions
with one clean sweep of our scattered hallways —
and I was left wondering what I had done wrong
to make you an exile from the life you tried to lead.
was I too much?
was I not enough?
was I the wrong piece?
or was I the right one you were too scared to keep?
