I spoke to him last night
He was weak and tired.
It made me feel better
Know that he was OK,
Yet it made me hurt more,
Knowing that he’s leaving.
I sit here and think,
Of all the things he told me,
And the pain keeps on coming,
Pushing against me.
I arch my back
Trying to get in a better position
Wanting the pain
In my chest to go away.
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