Saturday, January 21, 2017

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Why does it hurt to see photos of you?
Why does news about you crumple my heart?
Why is it so hard not to think of  you?
Why do I love you this deep?

When I look at others, I see your face
When I talk to them, your jokes and promises I recall
I go to places and at times end up reminiscing
I write poems, you as the inspiration