Art for Heartaches (Poems)

Walk By, Stranger

If you are but
a phase that will soon pass;
an almost love;
a taste of magic;
a dream to wake me up -
forget about
the broken heart
when we return to nothing;
don't keep your thoughts
nor forbid your touch;
just need, impose, and break me.
So in the end
I will but miss
the parts of you
that changed me;
but I sure will
be grateful for
the life you breathe into me.

Walk by, stranger,
and leave me
with lots to remember.

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