by Chajuana Thompson

Created on: August 09, 2009

The way I finished his sentences before he spoke

My kiss, the way we touched, the passion it evoked

Loving him completely, his mistakes, I ignored

Crescendos of erotic episodes, a flawless musical score

Our laughter, private, attached to each other's secrets

My availability for him, the proverbial revolving door

He took me granted, I allowed numerous indiscretions

I loved him like no other, he became my obsession

My departure is inevitable,leaving is my destiny.....

When years pass, I wonder endlessly,

When I'm gone, will he ever miss me?

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