Another door closed
on a past
that I was never a part of
and I am on the outside again
clasping onto anything
that is reminiscent
of a history
that is not my own.
And though
it never could have been
and never was
I woke up each morning
and danced
steps that
you danced
until the music stopped
and I was on my own
standing
where you stood
without you.
I'd keel these words. It's funny how each day, these poems have such an effect on my feelings et al
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