A windowsill, dripped wet
with tears
mine, as I cried and cried over my stupid mistake of loving you
A piece of me betrayed its owner
me
for still wanting you and hoping and wailing and crying over you
Again.
and again and again
Where are you?
Do you hear me?
Do this gentle wind give you my message?
Of how much I love you?
How much should I say goodbye?
to my heart
to your back
I cannot reach
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