Nenia Arnaiz Dulom

The Pain Of Letting Go

As I packed my things,
I looked around and see,
Many things of the past,
That remind me of we;
I couldn’t help but think now,
How sad it would be,
To just let everything to end this way,
Now I’ll go my way,
And you’ll go to yours,
What is there to expect,
But heartaches for us both.

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