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The Return Unthought of

When the thought of you comes My heart pinches me still With my voice, in silence I scream My mind is a hunted house that host your ghost day by day A constant reminder of the day I left I wish to come but my legs are heavy Heavy with the thoughts of your mother’s reaction, your sister’s grim look, your brothers rage, and my saying sorry to every cynical hello from your families and friends So, I stand at the Junction Where the road to your house and mine meets Walking to and fro but never reaching your house

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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