Not The End, Just Separate Paths Poem by Mylicia D'angelo

Not The End, Just Separate Paths



The next day you were gone,
Gone,
And you've left me behind.
You could have packed me in your suitcase,
Or in your box of shoes,
Right next to those heels,
I had wore many times.

You were my best friend,
And now you're moving on,
And you've left me behind.

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