Lost

A poem about losing it all because you love someone entirely too much.

Photo by Gabriel on Unsplash

September 22, 2020

My shoulders tired from lugging my tattered bag,

Behind me are the footsteps of my sneakers,

Eyes on the broken line of cross ties that lie in front of me,

Shoes against the worn sleepers,

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I love writing that leaves you hanging on by imagination & then reelin’ ya back in by pulling on your heartstrings. See more at my pub Slinging Some Ink.

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A.j Thomas

A.j Thomas

I love writing that leaves you hanging on by imagination & then reelin’ ya back in by pulling on your heartstrings. See more at my pub Slinging Some Ink.

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