A Formal Rejection

Yes, I still think of you.
Often, in fact; my heart
Even aches- lightly, though.
And yes, I’m still haunted
By memories of you
That even seep in dreams.
But trust, none of this means
We’ll ever meet again.



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Written on 2025-10-17 at 17:22

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
The dream one is a bad one and also the most beautiful one. It calms, it balms and it aches and repeat. beautiful, Poem!
2025-10-17