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She's There

I don't want to write no more. I wish God would open the door. And end these endless thoughts of you. Because when love is through it's through. I don't know what you want from me. I try to trust, but I can't see. The big picture and what is true. And I still don't know what to do. I ask you God to end my life. For I can't bear that she's his wife. Somehow she learned to just not care. That I am here and she is there. I've tried to make it on my own. But emptiness is all that's grown. And now I'm left to carry on. As I just feel like I'm a pawn. These words I write aren't worth a dime. These days they're just a waste of time. They're words that she will never hear. For she is there and I am here. Note: This is another poem I wrote in the hospital. And this new person who came into my life allowed me to let go of this crazy pining I held onto for, well, let's face it. Just a tad bit too long huh? :) lol

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Date: 8/4/2019 7:33:00 PM
Les, this is my favorite of the three. I really like this one here. I think it's the way you metered it and also the way you put it all together. NOT too long at all!!
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Leslie Albright
Date: 8/4/2019 8:21:00 PM
<3 :) thanks for the visit's Andrea. Time is sometimes irrelevant. :)
Date: 7/30/2019 8:48:00 PM
Poetry can be so cathartic. We can artistically pursue our words and empty out the bad stuff. Be blessed, dear friend!
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Leslie Albright
Date: 7/30/2019 9:51:00 PM
Thank you Kim. <3 These last handful of poems are of a very transitory time in my life. Be blessed yourself dear.