A poem about endings

I’ll only be grateful,
Wistful, and sad
For the love we once knew,
And the one we might have had
But isn’t that always the way?
One leaves while one loves
One can’t let go
And one can’t stay
No fault on either side
And much fault in between
When we didn’t say the things we needed
Instead said things we didn’t m…
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