Poetry of the Haunted

i feel the ache of you and me i often miss it desperately but I was just a thing to you taken out discarded used i thought I saw it in your…

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i feel the ache of you and me
i often miss it desperately
but I was just a thing to you
taken out
discarded
used
i thought I saw it in your eyes
a spark of caring in your lies
but it was just
a trick of light.
or did you care
could that be right
i ask these questions in the night
when sleep escapes me and all I find
is you and me, sti…