This is a poem that may not rhyme.
It's also a poem all about time.
The time between us, and the things we did,
Were never lost or had to be hid.
I held them in the palms of my hands,
So wherever I went, they could kiss the sands.
Every footprint we left behind,
Is marked in cement in case we rewind.
You made a decision that was suitable for you,
And now I'm left not knowing what to do.
I find myself hoping for a sudden change.
A new and more beautiful romantic exchange.
I know it is possible, for anything is.
I pray and hope for this.
But I'll have to stray, to keep me sane.
To get rid and demolish all of this pain.
My heart is still yours...
But maybe one day I'll get it back.
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