When I thought you wanted me
The world seemed different
But now its the truth I know
When I realized that truth
I became lost in my pain
And the grief would only grow
When you mourn a person
Who isn’t yet deceased
Its hard to see why the tears flow
Yet its real, at the least
I hate to say it aloud
My therapist says “let them go”
Poem: Let Them Go
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