I’ve got a pile of crumpled up paper
to toss
see I’m out of inspiration
I can only be poetic about my loss
for so long
I still long for your comfort
I know it’s wrong
but I wasn’t prepared for your
departure
now you’re gone
gone along with my ability
to cope
lost all sense of sensibility
and hope
I hope you read these
one day
I hope it hurts, I hope
you say
I’m sorry
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