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You’re No Longer Here

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Better to let go of a passionate relationship than to hang on until it deflates, or so I've been told.

Better to let go of a passionate relationship than to hang on until it deflates, or so I've been told.

Could it be that I looked at you funny,

My smile didn't hit the bar for funny,

Or perhaps my blushing nose was runny?

That must be why you're no longer here.


Was it something I did or said,

Would you like it if I were dead,

Do you like the cold on your side of the bed?

It must be, because you're no longer here.


Perhaps you've found warmth with another man,

Or was my love worth less than sand,

Is your heart now as empty as my hand?

Wish you were, but you're no longer here.


Did we meet somewhere at a wrong turn,

And the butterflies too much a forceful churn,

A torrential rain must've soothed our burn?

I'm stuck asking why you're no longer here.


I could sit and ask the same question all day,

Scream my resentment directly your way,

But I don't think there's anything necessary to say.

You're no longer here, and now I can love myself.

© 2021 Kyler J Falk