Heartache
As things seem to grow backwards:
Words get sadder,
Days get longer.
I notice more and more,
I never noticed before.
The funny earthly colours.
The new scents once unknown.
But most of all I notice you,
And the heartache is true.
Because I did you wrong,
And now I know why your heart aches too.
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