Nothing sweet can mask the taste.
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No kind embrace can retrace the faces, the places,
That I leave behind.
Hiding inside cleverly posed lines,
A tale of words repeating in my mind,
Of all that “what could have been?”
Memories like wilted flowers,
Reminding me of days,
I wanted more. Wasted hours.
The ways I wish I told you, made you stay.
I’ve lied, cheated, tried and pleaded for your love,
Worn out every old disguise.
Still...it's not much.
Now, I'll never see you,
Never feel your touch.
Even when I close my eyes.
Adam J. Dutcher