Sometimes I cry out loud Yet there's no one here By your side, my voice stands still Calling for your hand But when that hand was taken Stripped from my gentle grasp I watched upon in silence The shattered glass of tears As your hand reached out To touch another And I, alone, left out Not a word Not a symbol Not an ounce of written care Washed up like a bottle Drift upon the shore No message do you hide Has the captain left? And the ship set sail? And how am I to know? I questiojn from this distant perch All torn out from betrayal To sleeping skies I cast my voice The deaf ears are your own By my side, will you return When I come stumbling home?
Reason for writing:
While I was away all summer, I came home to see my sort-of-girlfriend. But she ignored me all night and hung on someone else, then acted as if nothing happened. I was hurt, and confused.
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