So far out

So far out,
there is no way back in,
for everything is broken,
and our love was no more than a token,
a token of what should have been,
and I,
I think it was a sin,
a sin for our love to not have been a wonderful thing,
and what I once felt was a powerful thing,
but now, now it only makes me cringe,
and I am so, far out,
so far out of touch,
and love, I do not believe in it as much,
and the feelings I once had within,
well, they have been cast out of me,
and memories of our love are wearing thin,
and I have no wish to think of them again,
and I prefer to watch the rain,
the rain hitting hard against my window pain,
than to think of the memories of us,
and for them to drive me insane,
and though our love was not much to write home about,
there is still pain,
and it was a shame,
a shame our love it went away,
far, far, away,
on that summers day,
and it will never be back again,
it will never be back again,
and there is no point in complaining,
because it is over,
and the misery has dissipated,
and I feel barely anything for you now,
and time, well it has healed me well,
it has healed me well,
and I am alone again,
I am alone again,
alone with the rain,
looking to the future,
despite the grey,
and putting one foot in front of the other,
and walking towards happiness,
and I am glad,
and on reflection I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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