Haunts

A Poem by Kris Tate

Not knowing or understanding

Wondering............

Why?

What?

Did it end?

Is it over?

I let it die and I see the finial embers cool.

Nothing is forever...

Love least of all.

Its my fault.

I let go, but did I want it in the first place?

That is the real question that haunts.

© 2008 Kris Tate

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Added on March 23, 2008
Last Updated on April 12, 2008

Author

Kris Tate

Humble, TX

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