I see the text the next morning,
After she has already passed.
I can't believe it's happened—
Life goes by so fast.
She didn't mean a lot to me,
Though it's still sad that she's gone.
No one can live up to her,
She's the only one.
I think I'll end this poem—
I don't have much to say.
She already had her funeral
And I never came.
Another year is over, another year is done,
I’m still standing where you left me, stranded,
All alone in a world without you, my sun,
The ring’s still on my finger, but I’m left empty handed.
I’ve always wondered
What it’s like to be myself
Openly and honest
And not hiding behind bookshelves
Waiting for someone to see
And let me into their heart.
A guy is knocking
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
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