An old pair of
ripped denim jeans,
a jersey belonging
to your favourite team.
Numerous CD’s
without their cases,
some trainers on the floor
with knotted laces.
A musty smell
now fills the air,
a brush on a locker
with some of your hair.
This was the scene
that you left behind,
a room that had
you feeling maligned.
Gone forever,
we can’t turn back the clock,
regret remains
that I just didn’t knock.
to tell you that if you
ever needed to talk,
I would be there
and we could go for a walk.
Instead I just passed
by your door,
never realising
you were feeling so poor.
The suffering you endured,
you hid it well,
now I know your life
was a living hell.
I hope that now
wherever you are,
you are shining
bright like a star.

This is something deep & touching mate ✔️ 💯
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Because you cared, a piece remains in you – not “gone forever” after all!
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