My Broken Heart

Here we are again.

You, knocking on my door,
sure that I will open up to you.

It’s always the case.

It’s just that I’m used to
having you here,
visiting with me
like an old, familiar friend.

So let me stay
for a while
and waste away
the hours with me.

We’ve nothing to lose,
but the time,
and it will steal our lives

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