Alas, where had it gone wrong?
To a world, I ever bemoan
My heart, deep with sorrow—
Yet an inquisitive spirit I owned
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I want to forget those days
But I can’t— My mind it replays
Each decision— The thoughts of mistakes
And how it all makes my heart ache—
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Eleven years now behind her,
And countless others in store
She dreamt of a life to come,
Where endeavors would soar
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An early autumn day,
I’ll never forget
There amongst the poppies,
A sun starting to set
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Our arms around each other—
Like the roses petals tight
We drift off into gentle dreams—
Meeting again within the night
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As each leaf turned colors
Tightly grasping its mate
Long now, it wasn’t
It would soon meet its fate
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I recall the hour— 
it ever so apparent.
Eluding my mind—
until this day in the present.
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A night of moonlight, gently it gleams, passing glass panes, and onto the floor. 
I sit alone reflecting, thoughts of melancholy aching
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My heart, beaten, a bruise
Callousness, a nightmare it was
Challenging a crippled will
My trust, your devoted gift
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