How must I talk to you?
I have forgotten.
Your face is murky and white.
Are you not happy?
Three years have come between us.
And I have not loved you before that.
After that I have felt only what you felt.
Only your tears wet my cheek.
You may say today that you are happy.
If you are not, tomorrow, who will comfort you?
I have not come here to help you wipe your cheeks.
The song goes on, splitting my heart.
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WHAT WE FELTAnd when you came back home that night
There was warmth in your eyes and rhythm in your voice.
I stepped up, your eyes fleeted past me.
Another disturbance in your wave of freedom.
Why must I suffer?
You said that you would be with me forever.
I nodded and touched your face,
Now I am but someone you come home to,
Tell nothing to.
I believed you, when you spoke softly
Under the orange curtain by the sea.
I looked up and saw our lives reflected.
A wisp of cloud meant nothing to me then.
Now it’s something I can talk to.
Why must I suffer?
You have found it, that which we looked for constantly.
Together, we wanted nothing but that.
But you have felt it.
I have not.
I never will.
(the second poem has been edited , the first didn't need editing!)
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