Turning the Tables

Turning the Tables
Is it true;
That I once knew you?
Those days seem,

So far away;
Your eyes are such a hazy gray.
I know it’s true,

I must admit;
That now you’re gone,

And me,
Myself,

Alone must bear it.
Don’t hate me,

For all eternity;
The days go by,

But none received.
I lie awake and wait to breath.

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