And you’re left behind...
Holding onto the remnants of all that could have been...
So much to be said and so little to be heard,
There’s little that went wrong,
There’s so much that could’ve gone right...
There’s so much to the story than what meets the eye,
And it takes a stolen glance,
An unspoken word,
An unshed tear,
A chance remark,
The flash of a memory,
And you’re left behind again...
Grappling with the weight of all that was good.
It’s the time to let go.
You know it better than anyone...
You know it too well you won’t,
The pain reminds you that there was a time,
When you were happier...
When didn’t cry yourself to sleep,
A little less disillusioned..
When you were still searching for the happy place...
And now the search comes to an end...
Coz here, it doesn’t exist.
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