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The Greatest Pain

You lose something you cannot replace

A loss so new and hard to own

A table with an empty place

That sits in the room alone

Its pretty cloth covered in lace

If only you would have before known

The shirt he wore you longingly embrace

You cry and hurt with all of your bones

As tears fall down your pretty face

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

maybe id add more later just not in the mood now

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Your intent is clear. It has good rhymes and flows well until the 6th line. That line is awkward in its syntax. It would be better to delete the word "before" to make this good poem a great one. I enjoyed reading!