Star Poem by Danette Frenz

Star



My pain is not your gain.
I feel it stain, the hurt does wane.
Wondering how you are,
How far, like a star, where you are.
Missing you less,
This is for the best.
It’s time to rest
From this pain, I guess.

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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