4 years, 6 months, 16 daysMature

I'm just as lost and lonely as you,remembering in pain and grieving too.
I too dreamed of our children
playing at our feet,
the thought, even now,
makes my heart skip a beat.
I wanted to be with you
withered and grey, old and tired,
and reminisce about all
that had transpired.
Though through the years
our love was strong,
it's slowly become clear,
we just don't belong.
I loved you then, I love you still
it makes me tremble and my skin chill.
You are fantastic
and I wish you the best
and I know before your go
to life's final rest
when you're withered, grey and old
you'll have someone better's hand to hold.

For my first love.

The End

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