The Way Things Were

A Poem About the Pain of Separation

By talia masonPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

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THE WAY THINGS WERE

I miss the way that things were

When I was brave enough to dare

and miss the sweetness of your kiss

Is amongst the things that I most miss.

If I could do it all again

And save us both from this pain

I’d probably still get lost in you

Caught up in the things you do

I’d dream of it being right

And a happy ending being in sight.

And if my sweetest dream could come true

I’d spend ever after, here with you.

Author of The Hunted Heir, Azillah (the gifted series), The E Killer, Aynesworthy House and Death Said No.

I am the mother of 3 daughters and a lupus, epilepsy and PTSD fighter.

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