I have seen your heart and it is not breaking.
I have seen your soul and it is not there.
It told me it was never watered.
It tells me you forgot to care
For it.
The leaves turned brown and you didn’t notice.
The stems wilted and you never felt a thing.
Your life just seemed to go on.
The loss barely stinged
You.
When your heart comes back to summer,
If it comes back to summer at all?
Will you then mourn the loss?
Or will you just wait for fall
Again?
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