Beso

Tears stack upon fears,

with one looming over it all,

threatening to still my heart.

Solitude and doubt reign supreme

especially on days like these…

I keep waiting for your call,

it never comes. And it kills me.

I play back your voicemail.

And it kills me. Again and Again.

Tears stack upon a back

so bent over from all the pain,

threatening to snap my heart.

I keep waiting to see you in my dreams,

but you never come. And it kills me.

You were all I had. And now…

I hate that there was no goodbye,

and I hate that there will never be another

hello.

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