Mercy - Poem by Milda Morse
Should you leave me,
Take the image of you
From my mind too.
Stop the music I hear
When you are near.
The warmth of your body next to mine.
The tears I shed
In my empty bed.
Take all the loving words we ever said.
Take it all.
Leave me empty and alone,
With not a memory
Should you leave me.
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