September-8-2001
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
I'm here left without you
But i must go on
And look for something new
But will always remember our song
I'm going on without your kisses
I'm going on without your touch
I'm no longer called your misses
All of this i wont lie i will miss so much
But I'm left without you
I will live to the next day
I'm glad God gave me a chance to experience one that's true
Maybe in the future we'll be together another way
But until that happens my sweet
I'll be left without you
No other will i right now want to meet
But i will no longer be down
I will no longer let my self be blue
Or no longer let myself wear a frown
I will never hurt because of you
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From the heart
To be left alone, be it death or faded love. A sense of abandonment. love certainly seems all or nothing. I can resonate with personal memories and this poem. Written 3 days before the big one. With lessons learned and memories to draw from its good to see the strength to move forward is there.