gone.

gone.

why am I still holding on
when I know you’re forever gone?
I wish you were coming back
but shining light has turned to black
I’ve spent too long on this aimless train
time for me to accept the pain

but I cannot decide
if I would rather hide
watching you just to be near
or close my eyes and disappear

it hurts my heart to let you go
so I stay alone in your shadow
buried in my hopeless dreams
quiet outside while my inside screams
remembering what we used to be
wishing again to be you and me

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©2017 what sandra thinks
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra began writing when she was a sixth grader. She is a teller of stories through poetry, fiction, and tales from her own life. And she thinks too much. Read, think, enjoy, laugh.
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23 Responses to gone.

  1. I needed that. Thank you…

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Jerry Peri says:

    I know this kind of feeling!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. This was a genuine writing!Felt for it.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Meg Sorick says:

    Lost loves…. oh the what ifs and the maybes. This is excellent Sandra. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  5. This is beautiful, Sandra. Really nicely written.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Ben Aqiba says:

    Great poem.I like it

    Liked by 1 person

  7. bad301 says:

    we hold on because we dont want to forget -bruce

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  8. All the feels on this one. I feel this intensely at the moment. Know it.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. So sincere and yet so sad. Beautifully written S.

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