Undone Poem by David Blake

Trying to say things I wish more and
more every moment where untrue,
all I can do is think of you. Alone in
the room, down the hall and across
from where we once sat naked and
pretended we knew. I don’t want to
think about all the conversations we
had, or what all of this in my heart
makes me fell. I just need to hold
you and dream of all the things that
made us once believe our love was
true.