Don’t Tell Me It’s Over Poem

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Because my breath hasn’t returned from the depths of my wonder.

I’m leaving the one I want to take; the one whose aura shattered the bleakness of boredom. I’m leaving the one whose laughter brightened the emptiness of the ordinary.

I wouldn't have given you a second glance; you didn't fit the mould. You curved a pattern I knew not where to place. In the gamble, I found a winning I couldn't have bet on.

I come up short when I try to speak; grasping for fast fading memories. I wasn’t ready for the silence; your voice held me tight through the adventure.

No candle, no love songs, no words,
will rise me from the pits of solitude.
Tomorrow won’t find a way out.
I’ll wake to a reality where we ceased to exist.