I remember why I keep looking back
This was the time I lost you
They say we’ve improved
Yet every year, still lost
And sad
This really isn’t a poem
It’s the hard earnest truth
And it doesn’t take
A Hemingway to see it
It just is
A lonely iceberg to come a shore
Never no more to be again
And this is okay
Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
I remember why I keep looking back
This was the time I lost you
They say we’ve improved
Yet every year, still lost
And sad
This really isn’t a poem
It’s the hard earnest truth
And it doesn’t take
A Hemingway to see it
It just is
A lonely iceberg to come a shore
Never no more to be again
And this is okay
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