I can’t believe the way
she stiffened in his arms
gripped with yesterday’s regret
unable to let go
I can’t believe the way
she noticed small mistakes
wanting him to read her mind
unwilling to communicate
I can’t believe the way
she built those walls so tall
need for him tucked away
a weakness to let it show
I can’t believe the way
she yearned for his soft touch
lying silently on her pillow
afraid to let him know
I can’t believe the way
she knew for all those years
the woman in the mirror
could be happy if she chose
I can’t believe the way
that feels so long ago
I do believe you’ve written a wonderful poem. As I look into the mirror, to find you’re still there. ….
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Many thanks, Ivor.
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oh Angela, love the softness of your words falling over me. i am happy she has left those feelings long ago, she is worth so much more.
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I’m so happy you felt that. Thank you, Gina! 💜
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always Angela
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❤️
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Counting the moments of regret from a past we sometimes wish we could return to. Really loved the build up in this piece.
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