Hearing That Song

that comfort
that she found in your strangeness

you sing it again
and my heart bleeds but

sing it again and again
for in truth i have long wished to die

for without you
i was lost and my life drifted like a

leaf tossed by a stormy night
carried away by the river and the mud

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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