Part of her

Occasionally she sits at the door

Longing for you

Her anger seemingly sidelined

Like she used to

Then gets up angry at herself 

Because all this while

She’s still waiting for you

misses you so

And loves you

You who left her broken

Emptied her heart to loneliness she’d never known

She cries for you 

Shadow in the day 

moonlight in the night


Somehow you’d always find a way

To enter her thoughts and heart

Over and over again

Be a painful part of her.

        Photo courtesy:  my almost lover


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