If we
could trade places
for just
one day, one hour, one minute,
my pain,
I’d gladly give you.
The
hollow void you left behind
would then be achingly suffered
by you
night and day.
My life
would be as peaceful
as the
expression on your face
when last
we spoke.
How true,
what they say,
the
saddest thing is to love someone
who used
to love you.
© Susan Barton 2013
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