This is the beginning
Of what is left of me.
The beginning of love
And what it could be.
The beginning of loneliness
How much patience I need.
The start of rejection
closeness to you, turning to greed.
X's and O's are no more to me
Your touch is the lock
But only you have the key.
I try and I try
To attempt at what could be.
But your lifetime in happiness
Is indeed without me.
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