Posted in poems

Short

Remember what you use to mean to me ?

You use to be my everything.

The stars to my moon,

The beat in my heart,

The life in every breath.

When did things become so morose ?

When did you start to represent spiritual death ?

When your EVERYTHING leaves you…

What do you have left ?

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