A Broken Dream
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However bad it gets, there is a future after breaking up with someone who cared a lot less than you did.
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 one 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 2014
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