Left Behind
My heart is not here, it is no longer with me.
It is in the places I long to visit and the books I yearn to read.
It is in the dreams unfulfilled and the life I should have lived.
In its place is an ache, a pressing upon my chest.
A feeling of lost potential and suppressed desire as it wanders alone under starlit skies.
My heart is not here, it is no longer with me.
Copyright © Emma Gledhill | Year Posted 2021
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