Vanished

This poem is not for you;

for those are hidden under a book.

I wish you only knew,

I can no longer bear to look

 

I’d like to file a missing persons

for the guy you used to be,

because I’m trapped here searching

since you disappeared on me.

 

I’d tell you I’ll be just fine,

but just like a kid with shaped holes in a box,

Each time the shapes align,

they just can't fit the slot

 

As the summer left for fall,

the heat left for the cold.  

I was fooled through it all;

I should’ve known I’d get old.  

This poem is about: 
Me

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