ALL THE WHILE

I called your phone
I sent a text
You left right after
We had sex.

What went wrong?
What did I do?
I should have never
Trusted you.

I got played 
I didn’t know
I never dreamed
That you would go.

There was nothing
I could do
It was over 
We were through.

We never got
To talk things over
I never got 
A sense of closure.

Gave me up
For someone new
I’m still not over 
Losing you. 

You think you know
Someone so well
Guess some things
Are just  hard to tell.


Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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