You had to go.
Why? I don't know.
I wish there were things to be said.
There are, but my mind is like a thread.
Never knowing on earth where you have gone.
Just letting you know I don't feel conned.
I know these rhymes are a bit of a stretch.
I hope when they're spoke that they aren't a wretch.
When I speak to you I feel alive.
I want you to know I think you're divine.
I hope your return will be swift and quick.
I know your departure wasn't a trick.
These lines of a poem could go on forever,
but I end it right here, for her, my lover.
©25thofnov
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