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Apr 2014
Here I lie,
Upon my bed,
Wondering why
The day has fled.

Around this time,
It always seems,
I find myself,
Alone to dream.

This same routine,
Night after night,
Alone I fall,
Alone in spite.

I wish I had you,
By my side.
I feel your body,
I see your eyes.

I taste your lips,
Soft and sweet,
You always nibbled,
It made me weak:

You always knew,
The subtle tricks,
That drove me mad,
That made me tick.

I close my eyes,
And reach for you,
But by my side,
Cold space in lieu.

It all comes back,
The day you left,
The things you said,
Your fading breath.

I wish I tried,
To speak, say more,
But silence spilt,
Across the floor.

You waited, and,
You waited still,
I missed my chance,
And now I'd ****.

So through the glass,
I look and lie,
Wishing that
I'd said goodbye.

Or anything,
When I could,
But now you're gone
And gone for good.

And somber silence,
fills my hat,
Keeps me warm,
Helps me forget.

Across the river,
The city glows,
The lights shine out,
In waves and rows.

I look up at,
that same old sky,
And wonder if,
You also lie.

Upon a bed,
And look out too,
And wonder if,
I think of you.

I'm sure you don't,
You were too strong,
No doubt at all,
That you've moved on.

But just in case,
Please know I'm here,
And think of you,
Still my dear.
The one that got away.
I never liked the game.
CP Walker
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