Left in the dark
I was on my way home, forcing myself through the snowy night.
Tears were still in my eyes; it looked like I lost the fight.
Then suddenly, I heard someone calling me beneath a streetlight.
I stopped, then smiled with all my might.
She was just as beautiful the day I lost her.
I didn’t know what happened, but perhaps it was for the better.
The wound she left grew deeper as I came near her.
But that was the past, and I knew it was over.
She smiled and waved as she came toward me.
Calling my name so cheerfully and lovingly.
Her smile that could melt my heart easily
Her voice came from heaven to save me.
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She asked me how I had been and about almost everything.
I told her I was fine, but on the inside, there is something.
An ache, a hole within my whole being
I pretended to be happy, and I kept it going.
She talked about how happy she was to see me.
While here I stood, wondering if she still missed me.
She found a great job and worked for a big company.
I had just left the bar, never knowing fate would lead her to me.
Then she told me it was time for her to go.
It was pretty late, and there was non-stop pouring snow.
She smiled at me one last time and walked away so slow.
She disappeared into the darkness, then tears started to flow.
I’m sorry for everything that happened between us.
It was a bitter end for me, but I have to stand, and I must
Keep going to find the real me and to be stronger than I ever was
I love you, and my love for you will never rust.
-ThePageWalker
