Poetry

I’m not supposed

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To feel this way as each passing day goes by

I just know this feeling isn’t going away, and the truth is I’m not sure that’s a good thing.

Each day seems more prolonged, and the craving so much stronger than before.

What to do is the question I ask myself over and over again.

As the situation feels such strain on it that there is no going back from this, and I just can’t believe it’s come to this.

To say goodbye or hello for the last time, I don’t know which one will hurt the more.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes