This poem was written a couple years ago. It was one of my better attempts at relocating that voice that used to yell from within me.
Not enough:
It's not enough that we don't talk,
And it hurts me so.
In my room, I pace and walk,
Where the hell did you go?
What we had was so right,
And now it's gone for good.
I loved you with all I had,
But there alone I stood.
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