An eternity of silence
Between our mouths
I still miss him
Every now and then
he drifts into my thoughts
I can't help but feel grief
I don't know what happened to us
he never told me
but I still do miss him
No matter how hard I try to not care
I still do
It hurts me to know
He doesn't feel the same
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Tacenda ➵ poems
PoetryTacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-
