Shunned Lover Poem by michael Smajda

Shunned Lover



I told her how much I loved her.
Oh, she laughed at me and she said,
I'm the last thing she'd consider loving,
Even after she was eternally dead.

I told her how much I missed her.
She replied how much she missed me, too.
So much she wished I'd just disappear
Like magicians on stage, quickly, do.

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