I wish I knew why he left. What his reasons were. Why he changed his mind.
For all these years, I have turned it over in my head - all the possibilities - yet none of them make any sense.
And then I think, perhaps it was because he never loved me. But that makes the least sense of all.
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Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoetryJust another very thoughtful girl. * Spreading thoughts since 1996 * (Not all -but almost all - poems are mine). All rights reserved.
