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There very last thing I said to you
Before I walked away
Was to look after our daughter
And never doubt that you both are loved

 The other day I saw you
Walking through the town
Your arm linked with another man’s
A smile on you face.

 He was carrying our daughter
She seemed so happy that
I ducked myself out of view
Just in case you saw me.

 I am so happy for you and her.
That you both have someone in your life that can
Make you smile the way you should
The way I haven’t been able to.

 It hurts so very much, that, I would hope
I never see either of you again
That you forget about me.  Lose yourself in him
That my daughter calls him daddy and never has to know the confusion
That so many children nowadays feel
Of not knowing who they are supposed to love, supposed to run to.
As much as I want it to be it is not me
And it hurts

It hurts

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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