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Poetry from within


So thatís how it ends

In silence

And lowered eyes

No hint of regret

Just a shrug

And endless sighs

It so hard to say

When you knew

(The blatant lies)

Those colleague nights out

You, all alone

(Thatís no surprise!)

So now sheís gone

Just silence

And no goodbyes

Don Holmes

FootNote: For what it's worth this is my 200th poem