poetry

Stuck – Poem

Stuck

By: Ashley O’Hare

One o’clock in the morning

communicating through a phone

the rain outside was pouring,

and I still felt so all alone.

You didn’t tell me your were blue,

or that you were seeing someone new.

You left me out in the night

without even a glimmer of light.

I guess you left long ago

and I lost our final bet.

It’s been nice talking to the shadow

of the friend I once met.

Those compliments were cute;

but I’m going to bed now and putting you on mute.

You can keep the memories of those days

that I was lost and stuck within your craze.

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