Another one of my poems that I discovered, I also wrote this one in 1997
It was not meant to end this way was I too blind to see,
that you were walking out loves door taking everything but me.
It's strange how life can still go on and nobody can really tell,
that though I may look the same I am just an empty shell.
Void of all life's feeling I sit here in gloom
hoping against reality that you will walk back into this room.
To tell me that it was a mistake you did not mean to leave,
so my world can continue turning and I can start to breath.
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