There will never be another.
For you grip what remains of my heart.
There is no longer space for anyone else, for only you dwell there.
No one will ever understand my loss.
For they never understood our love.
I'll cry myself to sleep for the next few months, weeks, then days
But I'll still convey daily as if you still remain with me.
For you my love is eternal; until death shall I retreat.
If you should ever find a new love, I'll turn and walk the other way
Mourning for your loss in that widow way.
For myself always be true, worthy of the love I have for you
Even if you never see, for there my heart will always be
To be alone forever; never will there be another
For my love is gone, and I'd rather die alone.
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Deborah Portillo
Writing from the edges of my imagination, I create stories for the simple pleasure of exploring what lies beneath the surface of ordinary life. Drawing inspiration from long workdays, unexpected dreams, and shadows of my own subconscious.
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