He said he wouldn’t talk to me for six months
He said I needed to grieve
He said he’d wait for me
He said six months would fly by in a breeze
He had his own broken heart that needed put back together
We were two broken people connected by an invisible tether
I poured my heart into my work
He left his heart on his shirt
We were meant to be lovers, but instead
I sat in my sorrow, wondering if I should be dead
I cried for the life I once knew
Just a memory now, fading into the blue
Six months later, I saw him happy with another girl
My guts clenched, and I thought I might hurl
Laugh lines graced their faces; they weren’t even being discreet
They were two lovers holding hands down a busy street
Suddenly, my mind was unmistakably clear
He left me with a broken heart souvenir
She was supposed to be me
So again, I grieved
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