You still cherish
his touch,
When I foolishly
caress you,
You still hum the
same song,
That you two sang
in the rain,
You frown when I
mention his name,
But my smart girl,
you act in vain,
You saw eating up
others’ glow?
Seeing in my case what
has never been,
And being blind to
all facts for you?
Accuse me not of
playing away,
Don’t console me
with those damn words,
Don’t’ tell me it
has all gone,
Each time you deny
it, I am more assured,
What is gone is not
yet gone!
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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