Will you ever see the poems meant for you?

Do you think I still harbor anger?

Hands folded, I frown.

“I hope he knows I like him.”

Sitting and hoping you aren’t turned away,

Heavy sighs for traces of you.

How many mistakes

Before I lose you again?

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