North, south, east bank, west bank...
i hate everything that has to do with being away from you.
when disasted strikes anywhere,
you are the first on my mind.
pity i am such a fool for this.
but i couldn't help but notice,
you let her slip back in.
and i hope she crushes you all over again.
you have taken more than i can get back,
please return it promptly.
i have other important feelings to attend to.
will we make ammends soon?
october haunts me frequently,
i could do without this, honestly, please.
i bet you didn't even think of me when you heard the news.
it could have been me.
but reassurance from a sibling told you it wasn't,
and so you forgot once again.
i'm sure i'll still be here when you remember, again,
with full armor on for your attack.
This poem was written by Brittany on Aug 06, 2007.
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