cheryl davis miller
Dead At Heart - Poem by cheryl davis miller
How could it be that I grieve so
yet you never remember me?
Try to move on, forward not back
but my head and heart can't agree.
How's one pretend, it matters not?
One half of a whole's still the same.
Missed that class in the school of life.
I flinch each time I hear your name.
What made your heart grow cold and hard?
How do you take a breath these days?
You now exist, while dead at heart
as the smile on your face displays.
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