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The name I despise.
To say it would mean that once again, I wonder -
Wonder why, where, and whom he’s with.
Not me.
It’s so easy to wonder, but hard to let go.
Innocent he was;
Pure, Clean.
When whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
You seem to drift away to the place only lovers know.
I miss the voice;
My name and the way it was said -
The laughter,
Joys of intimacy,
Enduring moments of togetherness,
Finished love -
Fading forever -
Gone.