Forgotten Winter

Cold dark and windy I stood there waiting, hoping, forgotten Face to face with the ugly truth that the love he once gave me was no longer mine Covered in Layers of clothing but still frozen At first glimpse of headlights I began praying for it to be him but the morning sun came instead I felt dead inside He hadn't been home in four days 

This poem is about: 
Me

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