A Broken Dream
I’ll remember
You will not,
In fact you didn’t care a lot
About our past
Or all the things
Which didn’t last.
Are you hurting?
You are not,
In fact it didn’t mean a lot
To you, the fuss
When dying love
Destroyed us.
I needed us
You did not,
In fact you didn’t care a jot.
At last I see a broken dream
Releasing me.
I’ll be gone when you wake,
Maybe you’ll miss me
For the good times’ sake.
Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2013
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