Salt in the wound
Seeing you here
Holding her hand
Makes it so clear.

Pain in my heart
A knife through the ribs
Remembering us
The things that we did.

Seeing you there
Hearing you laugh
She gets from you
Everything that I had.

Your hair in the sunlight
Glistens and shines
Here with some friends
For the music and wine.

A public occasion
An open venue
What were the chances
I’d run into you?

The sound of your voice 
Drives me insane
Can’t stand to hear her
Calling  your name.

I really can’t stay 
I’ve had enough
Having to see you
For me…. is too much.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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