'What Was Mine'
I sit here and think of him,
With every thought of his touch, his smile, come my cries.
The way I felt and how he forgot them,
I remember his walk and the look into his dark eyes.
The way he held my hand,
Or touched my face.
How I obeyed his every demand,
And the way I lost myself in his embrace.
What we had is hard to leave,
His touch, his smile, his eyes.
I must forget all I use to believe,
And the sound of my cries.
But when I see him now,
It reminds me and my heart begins to wine.
And again I have to forget but don't know how,
Because she is now with what was mine.
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