What's Left? - Poem by Linda Farrar
The only thing I have is the picture that you sent
The place where my heart use to be is spent,
I think about where you are and all day what you’ve done
Yet I know I can never share in all your boyish fun.
My mind cannot conceive this, its so damn hard you see
Because it was only just last night that you made sweet love to me,
If I could change my every move and do it over again,
I would not change a thing for I would never have had the love you gave me then.
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