I'm lost without you here now.
Do you really hate me?
I don't know what I will do
In a treasure trove of memories,
I found this snippet of pain.
I wish you could see me now,
I've changed so much and grown.
I think you would finally be proud,
to call me your husband, and smile.
Day by day your image slipped away,
while I rose to become who I am.
For the "Treasure Trove" contest
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