Moving On
When you are in a quandary
When nothing seems to be working
Your sweetheart wants you no more
But only through words unspoken
An attitude brings forth despondency and dismay
A payback with the blackest ingratitude
Yet, every attention is worth the trouble
Yet for every disdain a million sorrows
Free but in bondage
Inflicted by self
Happening in a cyclic fashion
The meeting point is in the pocket
All troubles put aside for one brief moment
Alas only very brief
Another stroll in the landscape of sadness
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