More than a kiss
that was misspent,
more than a lie
that was well lent,
more than a sigh
that died mid-breath
is what you left me.
More than a heart,
ragged and worn,
more than a life
broken and torn,
more than a song,
now in a minor key
is what you left me.
More than the flowers
left wilting to die,
more than the bread
left stale and dry,
more than the wine
left open and flat
is all you left me.
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