When Our Love Died Poem by Sarah Sisson

When our love died it made me whence.
I shook my heart I fled. Defense...

...was what I had to do to free
myself for you did not love me.

And I came to with out a trace
of memory of your light face.

But I see now how you were left
with nothing but my baited breath.

So I was anxious for your love
that you could not give; were above...

...the pleas the anguish I gave you.
And now my heart is bitter too

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