How could I have known

That the last time I saw you go

Would be the last I’d ever be whole?

But I guess that’s just how life goes.

Now I’m standing here trying to figure out

If I’ll ever get rid of this consuming doubt

That’s bludgeoning me both inside and out

Breaking me down with each and every clout.

Not knowing which way to turn.

Or knowing if I’ll ever truly learn

The lesson of bridges being burned

Shackling me with nothing but concerns.

Missing your tender touch, your loving warm embrace.

Falling in love over and over with every glance of your face.

It’s a gift I’ve lost, one that will never be replaced.

And if you didn’t know it, then my love was a disgrace.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.

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