Standing

Standing.

Talking to an empty room.

Ranting.

Roll your eyes and shrug,

We’re through.

Demanding.

Desperately reach out for you.

Detaching.

Walk away from me,

But I’m here

Asking.

Please don’t leave me full of tears.

Grasping.

Holding on to what I fear is

Crashing.

A million tiny pieces

I am

Gasping.

I fear it never ceases.

I start

Masking.

The tears that stain my face

And I’m left

Standing.

Standing in the same old place.

This poem is about: 
Me

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