Subject B.
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1 min readMar 15, 2017
she left me.
she was my world.
she isn’t here.
she took away the joy.
the conversations we had.
in the coffee shop.
who’s she talking with now?
the long runs we took.
on the beach.
where’s that sunshine going now?
that smile she made.
in the park on that bench.
what’s that energy powering now?
there’s a rainstorm where my heart should be.
that was too poetic.
this isn’t a poem.
no matter what you think,
i’m just a broken man,
she’s just a happy woman,
and the sun just broke through the clouds in my heart.
