Nora La King

June 01, 2008 - Canada
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What We Once Had

I see him walk past,
I expect he sees me too.

He doesn't,
He doesn't care.

I wonder,
Why?
Why must what we had be so different?

We were once acknowledged,
In one another's existence.

Now you don’t run to me.
You don’t come to find me.

Sitting alone,
Waiting for you to return,
Every passing second.

You never came.
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