reflections of a lost lover

There’s so much more to say
but it doesn’t really matter anyway.
I was going to tell you I loved you.
But you have already gone away.

Hey, can you see me
lying quietly under the palm tree?
You are there, rubbing your toes in the sand.
Today, it is my favorite memory.

There are women I meet
but none has yet made me complete.
You still own me.
My love for you is so bittersweet.

I gave up too much
and now I long for your touch.
I could call you on the phone.
But there’s nothing left of us.


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