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Regret shapes me
I had hold of you but
then I let you go and now
I can’t stop clinging.
When we made love
I saw vivid colours
whisps - I wasn’t here
I was somewhere placeless.
And now you whisper
to me from somewhere
timeless like a gloating ghost
I will never again grasp.
Preeti Sinha
Sun 10th May 2015 08:11
Your posts are so heartfelt. So true. I relate to all you write.
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Lan
Sun 10th May 2015 10:52
Beautiful, Nat, this one has such an evocative mood, You've really captured that sense of loss x