I ran out of you
before I was ready to let you go
I ran out of your hugs
before I felt safe on my own
I ran out of your gangster talk
before I ran out of laughing
I ran out of your smell
before I was finished inhaling you
You ran out of 'what are you thinking? '
whilst I was still filled with all of you
and one day, I will run out of all these memories of you
and I will run out of tears
and the aching
and the gap that you left
and one day
I will only remember
that you ran out of loving me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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After reading this poem, l paused to reflect on how some lovers unconsciously but gradually grow apart. Taking things for granted is a major factor. I was deeply moved by the insight, haven been a victim to this kind of hurting. Thank for sharing. Please have a look at my poem. MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.