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Aug 2010
Dear Whoever,
She left me in the growing dark,
as she left on me, her mark.
Left me wanting more,
as those train doors slowly closed.

The train was close to desolate.
In my heart, I knew I could not sit.
She said her name was karen.
I told her mine, and said I wont lie.

Something inside me told,
My words did not hold.
I took out some paper,
and wrote her a little note.

The moon was above the leaves,
while I read the note from Steve
His words clung to me
I was into him undoubtedly.

Before I could even reply
the notes became a stead supply
I still wanted him
But something was wrong

Nine papers and countless words
Not replying is beyond absurd
I knew that my voice,
Was just a dying effort.

One week and no reply,
For wisdom, I looked to the sky
Nothing was apparent
except for the blue and clouds

I replied after the ninth letter
Hoping to make everything better,
I wrote it quick
Hope he understands

At this envelope, for so long I stared
Wondering if I was being fair.
I was concerned for Steve as,
I dropped it in the mailbox

Her letter came, at last!
I opened it utterly fast
I knew her words would be kind
An inch down, was the starting line

Another girl I almost had
I stand alone, and feel so bad
The moon was rising;
I was falling from this window ledge
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
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