WHAT YOU GAVE UP
It doesn’t go away.
Leave it for a few days
And it only stands and
waits.
Make those days into a week,
Or even several, if you
must,
But now it’s back
again.
Knowing it can never change,
That it’s done and for good
reason
You still can see and hear
it.
Gazing out the bay window—
You promised to forget, you
know
To make it depart—but here
it stays,
Standing here and waiting,
Stinging, sometimes fading,
But still with you just the
same.
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