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Just a word







Has it come to this
that love has become
just a word
spoken out of familiarity
without truth of emotion
now you wish
to call me your friend
when once we spoke of our future
spent together
what of all you told me
are they but lies
as you attempted to fool
either me
or yourself
there are others in your mind
memories your heart
will not let go
why do you wish the freedom
to explore what you believe
you are missing
yet there is such pain out
in the world beyond
am I to only wish you well
and see you off
do you believe I will be
waiting for your return
it is not how it will be
I once thought you
were the one
now I must continue my search
and you must be
only a memory..









©Karen Damon 03/2005













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