Holding On

Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Love Poems

As I lay here in my bed,
I’m haunted by a ghost,
A fleeting, chilly memory,
Of what I miss the most.

A glimpse into the past,
A vision lost in time,
A place held in your heart,
A hole now left in mine.

After you left me here,
I could not trust another,
So many came and went,
So much inside to suffer.

But I’m writing you today,
To finally say good bye.
You see I found another,
To give that chance, to try.

This hole in my heart,
I’m now starting to fill,
Not loosing why it’s there,
Holding your love still.
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