Cold

sometimes i wish that

when you had walked

out of my lifem you would

have shut the door

because here and there

the cold gusts of your

memories blow through

my empty sould and

envelope me in nostalgia

and remind me that

i was not enough

and could not make you happy

and that is why you left.

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