How strange it is,
given our lives,
that I should be the one
to miss you more.
How stranger still,
given our love,
that we are still
so far apart.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
59. Strange
How strange it is,
given our lives,
that I should be the one
to miss you more.
How stranger still,
given our love,
that we are still
so far apart.
