There’s no point in denying the hurt
Is alive inside, tearing me up and
Wearing me down until unwelcomed
Realization presents itself – the sad
And lonely numbness of failed denial.

Nothing has the same appearance
As our memories of days gone by.
Light-hearted laughter and afternoons
In the sun replaced by aching silence
And long nights of dejected seclusion.

Any hope in hand is quickly dwindling,
These fists not strong enough to secure
This love I have relied on through many
Unreliable times. Overwhelmed by grief,
My spirit raises the white flag – I have lost.
This gift is no longer mine.


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