Still Haunted

Alone. . .
Without someone to hold

Sad. . .
But wears a happy mask.

Bitter. . .
And still full of laughter.

Hurt. . .
But still unseen.

Dull. . .
Yet gives others color.

Free. . .
But still haunted by our mem'ries.

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Author's Notes:

I composed this poem on September 20, 1992. This was published at Engineering Newsletter the same year. This poem was dedicated to a special friend who, back then, broke my heart. He actually broke my heart twice 8 years later. You'd think a girl would learn after 8 years. Now, looking back, I thank him for breaking my heart, because I wouldn't be this happily married if he hadn't. Thanks for visiting this dark memory with me.