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One Reason

A piece of me dies
With every word
That kisses your lips;
Each time the sound
Of your voice
Rings through my mind,
And fuels my pain

Strange, after all these years,
My heart pauses for you,
Reminisces on the warmth
That once was;
Even with a million reasons
To let you go,
My soul still waits
For one good reason to stay

©2019 – V. A. Coote