That Someone
What is there to do, to think, to say after sharing life in special ways
To spend the days in dread never fulfilled never truly fed
Building internal misery
The if questions pressure, the past tense spins
As the truth feeds the urgency to leave
A heartache to the silence pushing towards the distance
Never to speak up before the investment
The priceless irreplaceable value of time spent together
A relationship that reflects murderous weather
Copyright © Kristina Whitmore | Year Posted 2017
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