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An Anonymous Poem

Ode to a Loved One


The last time I saw you, your heart was aflame

A budding new love out of nowhere, he came

You gave him your trust, to not be forsaken

But before you could blossom, your young life was taken


The trophy you’d won had begun to decay

Notwithstanding the blood that would not fade away

Into my care was this treasure bequeathed

An heirloom of sorts that had left me aggrieved


I know you; the one who still wrestles with pain

And it is my hope that I’ll see you again

What you’ve stolen from me cannot be recovered

And I’ve kept my voice silent from history discovered