Damp Eyes
By Ashley O’Hare
I miss you.
I thought I could live without you,
but my heart refuses to work
when it cannot sense you nearby.
I’ve never been the type to cry–
certainly not over a guy,
but in the thousand days you’ve been gone
I haven’t seen one with dry eyes.
It should be a crime
to make a person feel so low
without even trying.
It’s pathetic, I know
that I still think of your face
when I’m up late
in the pale moonlight.
I know I said I would be fine-
we both told vague lies;
promises we could never keep
claims we do not believe.
This one is killing me.
heartbreak is such a pain in the soul. great poem.
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