Hollow Thoughts

Why did you do this to me?
Hanging me on the corner of the street,
I feel vulnerable to my own thoughts,
“why did you leave?”
I know why you did,
but I am not courageous enough to accept;
it.
But there is a hollowness to be filled.
Who is going to be there to push me,
to nag me,
to tell me that I am not alone.

Why did you do this to me?
leaving me alone,
to figure out everything on my own.

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