You Said

You told me once that you could feel my grief
Crashing down on me, waves made of tears,
And that you felt it too, as your own.
Tell me now, where are you? Where did you go?

You told me once that when I cried so did you
And felt the loss, sobbed for it as did I;
You said that my pain became yours.
So tell me now, where are you? Where did you go? 

The End

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