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May 2012
I poured my heart in a letter that you never read.
You keep it on your nightstand beside your bed.
Someday you’ll regret not reading what it said.
But by then I’ll be dead.

The life that I once had,
Was taken from me in a flash.
This disease spread far too fast.
You feel a guilt that is too strong.
Because you were too late,
Now I am gone.

I waited to hear what you would say.
But I never saw you after that day.
Fate decided that you and I could never be.
Fate decided to end my life early.

As I lay there dying,
You ran across my mind.
I wonder what I did,
If I crossed a line.

As I lay here broken,
Tears fall from my eyes.
You will not be here.
As I start to die.

I have no anger toward you.
I wish I could say goodbye.
But you choose to let me go.
So I’ll leave you as I die.

My last few thoughts are not of you,
For that is more then you deserved.
No, I left with a feeling of love.
A feeling you did not return.

I have no regrets when it comes to loving you.
But not living until it was late,
Was a struggle to get through.
But one must not fight fate.
And when it’s time to go,
I leave with a free heart.
One you didn’t know.
Jacquie Bullinger
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Jacquie Bullinger
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