Monday, August 22, 2011

Not Enough

It's cold, and silent.
I miss the warmth of your hand in mine,
But that was a different day,
A lifetime ago.
Somehow I wound up here
Alone.
When did you leave?
Did you say goodbye,
Do I just not remember?
You've left me with goosebumps,
Along the skin you used to kiss.
All I have left of us,
Are the sweet love letters.
Did I push you away?
Was I too much, too little?
Not enough?

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