Category : Poems

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I walk through the front door
Hoping to see your face
I look at the photo of you
And realise that you've lost the race 

Trying to distract myself from your absence
But the memories keep coming through
No one knows what's going on in my head
Not from my point of view 

I take another look at the photo of you
As my tears drop to the floor
I look in the mirror and ask myself
"Why is my heart so sore?" 

Why did this happen?
Why did you have to go?
I don't like feeling like this
I don't like feeling so low 

I need to see your face
I need to hear your voice
I wish it was all a dream
I wish you had a choice