April 1, 2016 Poem “No Title… yet”

Sometimes I know it was real.

But it was just a story

woven from tidbits of facts,

mixed with raw emotion

I no longer feel.

 

Sometimes those emotions

still drain from my eyes.

When we type conversations

we should have been having

years ago.

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