Winter wind,
whistling by...

I sit here with my head hung low,
Burdened with regrets, and a lifetime of tragedies...

This poem will be with speed,
Because it's 12:30, sleep I need...

Cuddling our old blanket,
Smelling that scent...

Check out the knitting brows,
You want a piece of the action...

You looked at a private text,
Your eyes moved, and I was perplexed...

You are not always out of her life by choice,
Definitely not allowed to have a voice...

Why they hate you, it's foreign to me,
I don't hate you, even in the worst calamities...

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I thought I had nothing good in my life...

Amazing to see her there,
Sitting as a grown-up, in what once was a very big...

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Holding you in my arms, it feels so right...

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Sitting here watching you, knowing there's nothing...