A Quarter After Poem by Heather Schroer
A Quarter After
I'm sitting here, after dark
A quarter till my life ends.
I just found out
He doesn't love me anymore.
He found another
Now they are one.
The radio plays our song,
I am ripped apart again.
I hate him for leaving,
But I love the memories.
I know my broken heart
Will never heal.
Wait, here comes another.
'What, a rose. A rose for me? '
I'm sitting here, after dark
A quarter till my life begins...
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