Sherrie Lowe

Rookie (25-02-55 / Stoke-on-Trent)


You, who were once my rock, now gone.
A different face, a different you,
An indifference.
What once mattered no longer does.
I am insignificant, unimportant, shunned.
You are a stranger, not the real you,
No room in your life for what used to count.
Time severs ties.
Without a rock the tide of life floods the land

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