Left Behind
Witnessed by the stars
in the lonely sky,
you touched my lips
with your kiss of goodbye.
Although I portrayed
my stoic self;
drowning in grief,
I secretly wept.
With questions unanswered,
I asked myself:
How could my heart
be taught to forget?
With your smile lingering
inside my mind,
how can I leave
our past behind?
Maybe tomorrow,
you’ll start to move on;
while I nurse the illusion
that you are not gone.
Being comforted
by your abandoned space,
I long to be back
in your sweet embrace.
Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007
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