I wonder how the crossroads would have been
Had we been together from a lost point in life,
That with a sleight of your hand you destroyed.
For me, the world looks the same like before,
Except the angst of your absence is never gone,
The fear of losing you that had happened once,
That grips me and finds solace in many words.
But this heart still yearns the story to be true,
This love of years that you never openly show,
While my pages of separation and absence grow
Into thick books that need no real explanations.
Had you said a few words right, my dear friend,
This would have been a life of true devotion.
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