46) If Seeing Is Believing. Poem by Emma Isdal
46) If Seeing Is Believing.
You put an end to it.
Said there was no point in dwelling.
You stopped wanting it.
I still see you.
When I open my eyes and hear
the bus stop outside my window.
When I look out the window
where you wrote our names
and put a heart around it.
I still see you when the songs
are played. The songs you sang
to me with a whisper in the night.
You stopped wanting it.
But I still see it.
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