Were I to hear you call my name
and turn, to see you one more time,
a souvenir, momento of what was.
A keepsake of sweet memories
I would commit to not forget
or reckless scant attention pay
for fear of losing priceless gift.
No holding back, no front’s, no walls
this truth I’ve kept for far too long
and though again you walk away
unburdened watch you leave…
Afterwards 
So lovely and sad. Beautifully written.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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How dare you say vomit? Maybe you should write more of this….beautiful!
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Thanks. Been doing a few. Still feel a bit self conscious about them oddly
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ok, I’m starting to get addicted to these. Love the twist at the end. Like taking a bite of a luscious sweet chocolate cookie and then following it with black coffee, the perfect pairing of bittersweet
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thanks 🙂 Im getting better I think. Theyre kind of fun to do and to try and imagine the emotion and to tell the story in a different way
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