The Days Gone By - Poem by Katrina Wisniewski
isolated from all that is near
popping the cork, her life is just a blur
repeating the words that echo deep,
the music plays only to cover the thoughts that tend to creep.
she reaches for more but the bottle broke,
cutting her hand, it feels so good.
remembering the day he said he joined,
she slapped his face and walked away.
the next day comes, it all seems different
he kisses her to say goodbye,
talking his hand and pulling back.
'you promised me this wouldn't happen,
what if you don't come home? '
touching her face he looks into her eyes
'i love you'
he closes the door and off he goes
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