I wanted to be
Your girl with a rucksack
With no responsibilities,
No ties but my love for you.
Instead I am
A girl with a mission,
A job and a home,
And living without you.
Whatever happened to
Those carefree days
Of kites floating high
On the breeze my heart followed.
A summer of love
Followed by a winter of aloneness
Left with nothing
But memory to keep me warm.
The light within me
Flickering midst wintery storms
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