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He’s Gone

He's gone.  
And he took the sun with him  
I'm left with nothing but regrets, fantasies and memories  
Mostly regrets for that night...  
He shouldn't have, I shouldn't have...  
Does it even matter?  
He's gone. 
 

I am waiting  
Wishing, hoping, praying  
Despairing. 
He's gone. 

 


 


 

 

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 6th Feb 2021 16:49

This is a remarkable poem. It is sad but I love it.

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