Broken Heart
You should mend it.
It is yours, after all.
I am happy now.
I chose right.
What we had was
wonderful
extraordinary
amazing.
I treasure that
long-ago time.
But you know
things
were not right.
Not really.
Otherwise, we would be together.
The hurt is deep.
I see that.
I was hurt too.
Some of the hurt remains
in a corner--
somewhere--
locked away in a box
shut with a golden key.
Marsha Salerno
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