by Bonny Simon

Created on: May 17, 2010   Last Updated: August 27, 2010

However angry, hurt and lost I feel,

I know for certain that it is the real deal.

I spent the day looking for the missing part,

Each time I realised the truth with a start.

Your head is elsewhere, your heart I don't know,

I carry the pieces of mine wherever I go.

You are not going to be there, not anymore.

I never realised that it would be this sore.

No time for closure or a proper goodbye.

There was some half truth, maybe outright lie.

I would rather know the ugly truth, the straight as it were,

Than get left with the feeling of outright murk.

You owe me a telling of all the tale,

Rather than me feeling I was the one who failed.

So if you are a half decent man,

please will you tell me all that you can.

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