Musings by The Poet Loriet

I Have To Stop...

looking through old poems about you,
thinking about the things
we'd planned to do together,
the way I felt when you
tucked me in at night,
the way your kisses
made me feel.

I have to stop
thinking about you
if I ever want
my eyes to be dry
again.

You
hurt.



Lori Beal


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