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Mar 2015 · 672
The Harvest
lindsey fishman Mar 2015
Just by the mere speculation of you
I find myself all sad again.
I've lost you, but also lost myself.
I know I must be grateful for the time I spent with you
but my soul is sad, and I bet yours was too.

I'll remember you always
for the good you had done,
for the seeds you had sown,
for the alluring smile you plastered on your face.

Yet, I find myself all sad again,
in my thoughts,
in my joys. -our joys.
although my thoughts are closed,
cause you don't look there anymore.
and I am numb,
cause you can't touch me anymore.

The season is over and
I know I must be happy
but the loss is too big
and the pain too intense.
I need to see your eyes,
experience your smile
and taste the coffee we usually drink- together.

I just so much wish
you could see the harvest of my life
from the seeds you have sown-
I know your soul would have smiled.

— The End —