Sinking
I have a pit in my stomach
I feel your distance
I hear your past hurt.
I’m not her, she’s not me.
You’ve already decided to leave.
I have a pit in my stomach
I feel your distance
I hear your past hurt.
I’m not her, she’s not me.
You’ve already decided to leave.
I really can’t top what Mark said, he captured it so perfectly. This one hits deep.
Hi Doris,
Four words came to mind
Small poem, big ache.
It hits that moment where you feel someone leaving long before they say a word.
Thankyou!