Seeing you, you're so alone,
I hear the anger in your tone,
I sense the sorrow in your mind,
I know you think that I am blind,
And maybe I may not have seen,
The emptiness that came between,
I wish I had, then it might be,
That you were here and holding me,
I cannot change what I have done,
When you were hurt, and I had fun,
And you still hurt, but I do too,
I realize now that I miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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