I wrote this poem to tell you,
I cried you a letter today.
It doesn't really matter,
the tears dried and words went away.
Like an unwritten novel,
the pages now sit here blank.
Writers block, all my own,
I have no one else I can thank.
Never seeing the clues,
standing by being so blind.
A foolish man with foolish thoughts,
no wonder you left us behind.
You may call me a dreamer,
I once held hope for us dear.
As I look and see no future,
I am alone to sit in this fear.
The Winter comes no warmth will I feel,
what will this sad future behold?
No fire left to burn in my heart,
a home feeling so suddenly cold.
My soul so lost and incomplete,
my heart empty like a broken egg shell.
I sit here with my eyes now cried dry
I alone in this nightmarish hell.
Many thoughts we dared not venture,
the many words whispered or unsaid.
For the end you chose for us,
to leave our love broken and dead...

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