stepping out of that car
on the morning of January 5th
empty coffee cups and sand in the floorboard
you stood in the middle of the road and stretched
looking at my wounded soul in the drivers seat
you didn't say a word
you saw how shattered i was
you saw my lowest point
agony riddled my eyes
sorrow soiled my hair
and walk into that house
without turning your shoulder
to watch me drive away
you are loveless
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
