Back to you Do you think of me like I think of you? Every song, Every poem, Every voice, Every face, Every story, Every memory, Every laugh, Every place brings me back to you. Do you wish for me like I wish for you? Every phone call, Every letter, Every email, Every message, Every time I return home with the glimmer of hope that maybe you’ve come to bear new beginnings, but you don’t seem to want to bring me back to you. Do you miss me like I miss you? Every morning and evening in my dreams and my thoughts, Every holiday alone, Every day in a crowd, Every meal, Every party, Every moment of Every day my perpetual memory brings me back to you. Did you ever love me like I still love you? Through it all I can’t find anger - Only hurt and disbelief that the promises of forever that you made to me will come to nothing. My denial that you will never bring me back to you. Yet I’ll keep on wishing and hoping and loving though the chances are dim and the pain runs so deep that tears stain my heart and your face haunts my sleep and I keep denying the truth of it all ... that you’ll never see how much I need to be brought back to you.
Reason for writing:
This poem is my attempt to vocalize the pain of losing touch with the love of your life.
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