More than seven years have passed
Since I loved you.
When you left,
I was far too naïve to understand why.
I get it now.
I know now
Why we couldn't be together anymore.
I understand.
Our love was pure.
We were innocent, but we were wrong.
We didn't know.
We didn't know
That it was more than it seemed;
To some, a sin.
I've wanted to reach you,
To meet the person you've become,
And introduce myself.
It's been more than seven years,
Since you left me, alone and confused,
Without even a "goodbye."
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