Poetry

My heart

Wants you to come back around.

Even if it’s just to say a simple hello and a five minute catch up.

But as time passes by it begins to miss you and the hope of there being a moment of connection is slowly going down the drain.

I know that hope alone won’t get me through this.

And knowing I won’t make the same mistakes as I’ve made before helps too.

But that doesn’t help me to stop feeling this way about you.

As minutes turn into hours and days come and go and I reach out but nothing coming back.

It goes from sunrise to sunset and then light to darkness and the mind is so tired that it can’t think anymore as I call it a night for now.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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