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Oct 2014
The nights grew longer
slower
darker,
and you were nowhere to be found.
So i looked inside
and then outside
and then i remembered why i was here
in the first place.

My first.
My last.
What was supposed to hold steadfast,
but you didn't hold
on to the world we could've had
You
Let
Go.
And now i can't let go,
not of you
of what we shared
of who you were
of who you would've been.

The Nights are darker,
the Days mean less.
I wish I could've just asked for you.
But you're gone.
And I'm left behind,
Left to cry
And so I cry
It was a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Viola Densden
Written by
Viola Densden  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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