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You disappeared like foam on a slow rolling wave You sang a deep-throat song like from a small creature Your gaze sang songs of sad sunrises to me You shook my world leaving me by Life's roadside On dark alleys running through my imagination You sought people with sad souls I became confused, your sadness overwhelmed me your discontent hung like lone shadows on a barren hillside Lover's pain is meant to teach fragile lessons of the heart The pain you inflicted on me is an open wound I hide in my soul I'm not naive, I know that life is not a frivolous party but neither should it be all pain A peaceful anxiety engulfs me As I sit wafting through the winter of my sorrow trying to make sense of us you were my chosen one, I chose my pain You are not to blame You were the guiding star in my life for a short minute my father should have warned me women like you come soft and cuddly like kittens but leave in a fiery destructive storm But it's too late now, you are with him wherever you are and I am here sitting on the floor sobbing embracing my tenth beer.

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Date: 7/18/2018 2:40:00 PM
I can feel the ache of absence through your words..Franco.
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Charmaine Chircop
Date: 7/18/2018 2:53:00 PM
Oh ,sorry if I gave you that impression.I just returned after a year or more of hopefully I'm here to stay..'Farewell'..I was referrring to the Goodbye in your poem..yesterday.Sorry I mislead you..:)
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norberto franco cisneros
Date: 7/18/2018 2:50:00 PM
Thank you again, still much humbled by you feeling my offering. I hope you don't leave.
Date: 6/28/2018 5:02:00 AM
This made my heartache.. it's so good!
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norberto franco cisneros
Date: 6/28/2018 4:49:00 PM
Thank you for your heartfelt comment. You write some good poems yourself.