Lost

I’ll never know what you look like

I’ll never be able to see your tears

I’ll never be able to hold you

I love you even now

and you existed for a short time here

but you exist still, in me, pushing me to move forward

saying it was not me it was her

that decided to let you go away

You were not wanted

Except by me

and I’ll always remember

that day

and how I so clearly deceived myself,

with a future that didn’t even exist

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