Holding on to a dream that won’t come true. A fantasy that you have lived over and over again until the edges were so worn you had to file it away in between the books where their love wasn’t forlorn.
You hold on to a moment that has long since been forgotten, he’s moved on and you are laying among the fruit that has become rotten.
It’s time to let go my dear friend.
You deserve so much more than this for the end.
Love Always,
Poetry With Me 
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