Becky

Constantly

Haunted every time I see you

Undaunted in his eyes. Your see through

Kisses reach wherever my touch

Misses, amongst so many chances taken. Makes me

Wonder just what other

Plunder you took with you, when you robbed me of him.

 

And his

Mother! any

Other would have left it

Alone, that old

Drone constantly

Hones on my failure. My weakness. Accounting for this bleakness.

None of me resembles you.

The End

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