Hanging

By Bruce Clifford

She left me hanging year after year.
She left me wondering why I was living in fear.
She left me wanting to know what I did wrong.
She left me for decades with endless empty songs.

She left me hopeless under a stormy sky.
She left me holding her hand in an imaginary time.
She left me hanging day after day.
She left me thinking of the right words to say.

How could this be so?
How did we let this love go?

You left me broken, alone and heartbroken.
You left me afraid, alone, and betrayed.
You left me to wonder about what could have been.
You left me broken without any reason to begin.

How could this be so?
How did we let this love go?

She left me hanging.

©3/21/2024 Bruce Clifford

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