January 7, 2016
It was not a waste of time
our love
It lasted such a little time
then died
But I remember every time
we loved
and the pain of every time
I cried.
I cannot forget the times
we shared
Nor will I regret the time
we lost
And for all the lonely times
I am prepared
I’m glad our paths in time
were crossed.
That was our time and that love was true
I would not change that time or love
Would you?
Carregonnen : I do life writing in poetry and prose about child abuse and mental health – politically I am a radical feminist.
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