you’re struggling to carry what i left behind
searching for clues, still digging through the past
each memory lights hidden caves in your mind
though perfect vision, you wonder how so blind
certain this love between us was meant to last
you’re struggling to carry what i left behind
every touch was tender, gentle, every word kind
you don’t want to move forward, but time moves fast
each memory lights hidden caves in your mind
my shadow lingers everywhere — sun will not find
so only darkness on your world is cast
you’re struggling to carry what i left behind
inside your head, my image is firmly enshrined
my destruction stretches wide, my reach is vast
each memory lights hidden caves in your mind
slowly you unravel, hoping we’ll be untwined
within your soul, large tumors have amassed
you’re struggling to carry what i left behind
each memory lights hidden caves in your mind
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Tina D. Lopez
A woman who writes to deal with hurt, mistakes--mine and others, and messy emotions. Telling my truth, from the heart, with no sugarcoating.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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