Sorrows Poem by shimon weinroth

Sorrows



She was gone
Long before she left
It's too early for nostagia
Too late to try again

No slamming of the door
No roaring tantrums or acts of gore
Just a slipping, slow sliding from
The embrace of love

Such partings
Have no sweet sorrows
Soon turn to petty theivery
Dwarfing pictures of the past

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