Creative Writing

Not to be recovered

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Sometimes I wonder

Why

Behind eyelids I see you; like a young child you unknowingly walk away
I cry because I miss you
I hope innocence saved you from pain like I felt

Remember

I remember so much, but feel so little
Learning to live estranged
My hands grope in the darkness for a body not there

By Shari Marshall -2018

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